Pause for Thought

This is a transmission intermission
A sorbet of sorts
Nobody knows how much time we're going to have here
And sometimes we don't treat those days we have with all due respect
Belladonna takes us all eventually
And your heart can feel as dark
As the clothes on a Goths' washing line
So make the effort to call that friend you've been ignoring
Like Frank says: get up and get down and get outside