As the wind blows harder and harder. I notice the sky's color with
hundreds of tiny dark clouds and shapes of people and things I have in the
back of my mind as I start to wander around, the news are a place. I hear
a voice that disturbs me deep inside. I feel alone. My eyes become wider.
I'm not alone. The closer I get to this image I see from a distance, I'm
scared, gradually taking small steps. I see red puddles upon the pavement
continuing to expand. Tears start to run down my face. Someone's crying
out to me, feeling sweaty and nervous as I place my hands upon his chest.
Watching
there is no way I can heal this wound. My heart pounding like it never
done before.
My breath is heavy. My upper body becomes weaker and weaker as I'm leaning
over him trying to wake myself up as I opened my eyes, finding myself
lying in bed. I'm happy all has disappeared. My past continues to haunt me
day after day ever since he left me.
Um
And
I'm feeling mighty lonesome. Haven't slept a wing. I walk the floor and
watch the door and in between, I drink black coffee.
Hand me down, bro.
I'll never know a Sunday.
In this week
I'm talking to the shadows,
one o'clock to four. And Lord, how slow the moments go when all I do is
pour black coffee
and the who's car?
Hey,
I'm here now on Monday, my Sunday
seems to,
I is born to go. I love them.
Oh, who on to.
Yeah.
And drunk. Last regret in coffee and cigarettes. I'm moaning all the
morning and mo, all the night and in between it's nicotine and not much
hot to
coffee
as the ground. What it's driving
is waiting for my baby
to make.
Mm.
It,
no.