The white pages of the book are open on a gray stone
The people in the background of the speakers are cool
The light and the heat are so infuriating to me that the inky cobblestones legs and arms
And the mountains are covered in snow , and the sun rays , and a red BMW is flying along the highway
The eyes are burning with the fires of thirst for speed
How beautiful the sunset is, how inaccessible the mountains are, I can do anything I have a range rover