The feeling at
first sunlight
has fallen like flood
after fire
I need
to swim in an ocean
as cold as the look you gave
A cigarette to waste my time
And wine like the richest roast
The feather in my cap
it is blown away Falling in an ocean as cold as the look you
gave I take the wind on that blows down mountains
All my days hotter than the sun
To never
see the stroke of moonlight
To turn away that look you gave
There's a
place on my ceiling
And sometimes I think that it is looking back
at me
And sometimes
it looks just like Paul Gashay I take the wind on
that blows down mountains
All my days hotter than the sun
To never see the stroke of moonlight
To turn away
that look you gave