A wise man once said "I don't want to wake up. I don't want to move.", I wonder does the quick brown fox ever feel this way when someone searches a font. Who knows? This song I wrote has nothing to do with anything. Enjoy!

The good times have come to pass

Love goes much too fast

The quick brown fox moves his head pass the past

I run with the most of them

When Franklin comes to sleep at night

We’ll kick him out

The love of me left as loose

Turning on time

Living out on that line

She rings

The love you sent

It burst into flames

Came knocking on your door

Lay on that seismic floor

What will you do?

Where no one ever shows

But we all seem to know