Fridge Note

All these jesters and scientists have caused havoc. Or perhaps I did it myself

But today my chest lacks space, and my radiator is struggling fighting off time's chill closing in

And I'm quite sure that you know what I'm talking about... 'cause we're done flying

And we seem to be pacing at different speeds, on incredibly different grounds

And we will have hearts again, tomorrow
And we'll talk again, tomorrow