This midmorning awakening This bleak whiteness, nothingness The eye that stares through your mirror A suction entanglement On stained sheets Figures with no regrets Their doubts caste a shadow here The time drifts The time swells The skies melt In my dream I am older Everything is soft out of focus There's this sound which disturbs me A clarinet plays in the distance Everything turns black and white I must go to work I know where it is I've been there before I'll go there this time They will not have to force me I'll go there willingly I'll go there today This could be New York This could be London I don't care anymore I'm wearing this suit A black suit I'm wearing this time A black tie I'm carrying this case A black case I walk down the street The people are staring The taxi cab is slower A piano falls from above It smashes in front of me I fall to the floor I open this door I'm back in my room I see two people asleep This midmorning awakening This bleak grey whiteness, nothingness The eye that stares through your mirror I see two figures asleep They look older You look Older We're all older Let us join them in their dreams We're only four hours We're only four moments We're only here too longTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
