We burnt the sky!

In a night to remember the both of us are set. The 19. She was set to fly to me. The light is serene, it is in. Setting, the two be. It had to be sudden. The tripe is sticky. Real. The long road is ending on saturday evening. Tribes, despite the distance we are. Scorpions We burnt the sky. Fly to the rainbow. Robot Man. Steamrock fever. In trance. Always somewhere. The zoo. Make it real. Another piece of meat. Blackout. China White. Scorpions, long and bland...nein!