Inversion
The road recedes into the night.
The night's a light that's coming.
The road – a roar.
My jacket folds into a pillow.
My neck brace folds into a bear.
My self – into the floor.
The road recedes into the night.
The night's a light that's coming.
The road – a roar.
My jacket folds into a pillow.
My neck brace folds into a bear.
My self – into the floor.