Now and again it seems worse than it is,
but mostly the view is accurate.
as you climb up the stairs
You see your breath in the air
to that coffin you call your apartment.
And you sink in your chair,
brush the snow from your hair and drink the cold away.
what you're doing this for
You're not really sure
but you need something to fill up the days. A few more hours.
It's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago
There's a dream in my brain that just won't go away.
I'm standing on a bridge in the town where I lived
And then the bridge disappears
as a kid with my mom and my brothers.
and I'm standing on air
fucking glow in the dark,
with nothing holding me.
And I hang like a star,
for all those starving eyes to see,
like the ones we've wished on.
But now I'm confused. Is this death really you?
that's been following us both.
Do these dreams have any meaning?
No. No, I think it's more like a ghost
Something vague that we're not seeing,
something more like a feeling.
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