Caligula, Driving down I-95, At midnight

Like a Mack truck doing ninety on the interstate
my blood races
I’m trapped between the moon and sun
Clever cadaver it just doesn’t matter
hopelessly longing for an eclipse
Scrinching my guitar string too tight
I know will never come
My head spinning like a flipped penny

I’m trapped between the moon and sun
hopelessly longing for an eclipse
I know will never come…

Why?

I’m trapped between the moon and sun
Like a Mack truck doing ninety on the interstate
my blood races
hopelessly longing for an eclipse
Clever cadaver it just doesn’t matter
I know will never come
My head spinning like a flipped penny

I’m trapped between the moon and sun
hopelessly longing for an eclipse
I know will never come…

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“Before all there is the question as to the meaning of the dream, a question which is in itself double-sided. There is, firstly, the psychical significance of the dream, its position with regard to the psychical processes, as to a possible biological function; secondly, has the dream a meaning—can sense be made of each single dream as of other mental syntheses?” ― Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams

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