Ricochet

Movement
A change of course
The color of your two-tone eyes
Systematic overdrive
The creak of seats, old and rusty
Weathered under fluorescent bulbs
Raining
The sweet, cherry scent
Of memories
Righteously prancing and entrancing
Preaching to a choir
That's singing Marilyn Manson
No one here understands English
Only the colors of the sidewalk
And the feeling of love
If this is Heaven...