East Hall white
Covers the walls
Too dim, too bright
The aesthetic appalls
I reach out
a sudden *click*
a match set fire
And finds the wick
the shadows flee
the flame in doubt
Nothing feels so right
like a shit by candlelight
East Hall white
Covers the walls
Too dim, too bright
The aesthetic appalls
I reach out
a sudden *click*
a match set fire
And finds the wick
the shadows flee
the flame in doubt
Nothing feels so right
like a shit by candlelight
