Sleeping Cranes
Brick Dust Blues
You swear the gears in your brain have grown rustyFrom turning over prairies and May snowThe stumbling bluffs steal the passion from your paintAnd you're marching in step with a destiny you don't ownSo you'll cake your shoes with brick dustAnd orphan these blistering plainsFor a series of strangers and skylinesTo swell and grey your white, vaporous brainYour window whispers the droneOf the cold city's chaos outsideAnd your gypsy bones spill their marrowIn swarms of acrylic relief And you sprawl the length of your mattressWith no ties to kiss your face at nightBut will you still believe in this freedomOnce the good feeling dies?
From Letras Mania