Teasy Morning

Teasy Morning

Teasy morning nothing is left about last night
Teasy morning all the shadows from yesterday are back to fight
Were they waiting under the bed like a sustain
What a weard way to make an entry into life again

All this space and all this time what do I care
The day is wide like an empty flat for sale
Don’t look at the floor don’t look at the door
Don’t wait don’t think about the next hour

I feel something mourning in the air
Like a crowd muted by the theory of sphere
It was a week ago and I can swear those seven days
Are like a civilization decay
Like a whole world trashed in the bin of the kitchen
There’s a very short distance in between nothing and Heaven
I see the foam whirling in the sink for the next time I will be so craven
To let it break trying so hard not to remember
Has it ever existed
It was so light it might have flew away
When I opened a window
I’m looking back there’s no shadow
The place is sacked the barbarian argument still flows
I feel my phone is like a gun
I should not call oh I should run
When I’m thinking leant to the wall
I should retire from this battle
I’m overcrowded by memories which have not been
Nothing but a false start a tale without a beginning
My dead soldiers my shredded loves what an epiphany
My dead soldiers brothers in arms and departures of the many
Nothing but a false start a tale without a beginning
Some hopes are premature some dead in shell
Every shadow is made of ice this is how looks my hell
The dream is gone
Has never blown
The dream is gone
Has never blown…

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