The window s frozen, you may skate right over it..
The window’s frozen, you may skate right over it.
Or skip it. As you wish.
Just out you stare.
You wash your hands, you wash your face.
Your shirt is getting soaked…
Not that you care.
You know this kind of dreams…
It’s driving me insane.
Bewildered.
Desperate.
Intrigued.
Ensnared.
You’d better brew some coffee –
Do not make it.
‘Cause when one makes it, it comes out of despair.
Lovemaking in the morning scares me most.
The window’s frozen and you know what’s gonna happen.
But it will never come to us.
No chance.
No fucking chance.
I’m going back into my blanket wrapping.
This kind of dreams… Ah, you know.
(15.01.2008)
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