May 17, 2025
More in Early Bytes: 1982-2003 Heat of the Night
Floating down a tunnel In a little wooden box Shoulda trusted your instincts Swallowed your pride Until you ran dry You turn on the TV Drifting in cycles In the depth of your soul Someone captures your heart Like a thief in the night Calms the pain inside Shoulda listened to me But try as you might You can't get a thing done In the heat of the night © 1999, Mosquitobyte
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