It's time to get up, the time is 6.32 It's time to get up, the time is 6.32 Good morning, just woke up It's time to get up, the time is 6.32 Today's 20th of September I wash and dress, then I walk to work Good morning, just woke up Today's 15th of November I wash and dress, then I go to work Good morning, just woke up Today's 5th of May I wash and dress, then I walk to work Good morning, just woke up Today's August 23rd I wash and dress, then I walk to work And the ceiling's gone as a heavy smoke I'm off into the stream of nights so fragile To live another life of mine I'd been forgotten or inhabited A bow is cut in dark green waters I'm watching it while dad is rowing I spot a thread of smoke at the bank I smell a fish, somebody's weeping We have enough time to play a game of hide and seek Growling's the bait to blow the worries and kill me back into the day One day, just one day And so it goes, day after day I'm being resected, now I'm indifferent again I just don't know what is the way to find myself surrounded By the dead again I just don't know what is the way to find myself surrounded By the dead again I just don't know what is the way to find myself surrounded By the dead again I just don't know what is the way to find myself surrounded By the dead again I just don't know what is the way to find myself surrounded By the dead again I just don't know what is the way to find myself surrounded By the dead again For bars of bees and sands of bone And candles of water still For silver threads of warm breathless foam For old still-dwelled walls of esteem For shaded glades of silent wild and free And golden meters where we roam For rapture of a careless child The taste of pine sap on his tongue For night and slide across the river To the mournful tower below the church For after dawn the droplets gleam And wasp that dance in the light of the tongues of children For those who choose the pain of grieving And blame the wounds from that day for mistakes For martyrs tortured and forgiven They still have the disguise to bear their spurt Taking a breath as the legions die Those who never fail, those who never dare Beware the binary curse we try To dream a world you are not aware Of floating leaves embracing love And haunting penitences they wrap Solid rocks and fragile flowers Yet nothing matters to the dead You are welcome to join us www.subsedit.com www.*** www.*** www.instagram.com www.twitter.com www.*** www.*** www.*** www.instagram.com www.*** www.*** www.***