The Valley

Shock me again
Saw two?
Oh, why?
And your curse was the same
Made in old time
You go in may on the bus
So you can grow to share
With my mind in there
You win may to stare

Your words for this town
Beacon falls; aye
And you made it your fault
Falling old; why?
You trust me then to a friend
And you would go to them
With your mind a friend
To be changed in bed