Beardfish
Afternoon Conversation
Afternoon conversationCoffee black, a cigarette I smokeWe talk the day awayAnd a light like a silhouetteSmoke that dance to irritate my eyesSo I laugh and say: is this not a perfect day?We could be lovers, you and IGo my girl and realizeNothing is as real as what we have right hereThis is the fantasy of yours, come trueRoom so still, am I yours at will?And you say: it's late, I have to goWhy is it always so? (don't go)Bride and groom we became too soonI felt sane enough to try it outBut I am a lonely sproutIn a pot where I can't grow
From Letras Mania