Testo The Place We Meet A Thousand Feet Beneath The Racetrack - The Airborne Toxic Event

The Place We Meet A Thousand Feet Beneath The Racetrack

The cloud of dust and ash
Fell
Through
The
Sky
The final question I could ask
When it’s only you and I
«Were you ever scared like me? Your heart in tatters?»
You said, «Son, just let it be like rain on flowers.»