Josef K
Sense of Guilt
I don't know where I went last nightWhat bar, what park, what beachDid I cross to the other sideOr just move in-betweenYet the uncontrollable apprehensions remainA distinct sense of guiltThat faint sense of perfumeWhat dark thoughtsMy mind's a blank but for a faint reminiscenceWas she real, or maybe a dreamBut last night I slept from 7 o' clockRight through to this morningI rested well apart from a recurring nightmareSo when the homicide people ask me questionsI'll tell them about my dreams
From Letras Mania