Music: Alexander Panos
Bare granite
Softly framed in seafoam
Steeping in twilight
The rarity of weightless overcast
Receding into previous day
I am pulled between the edges of then and now
Complacently losing the battle
And I place a bowl on that granite
With water, seeping through it's pores
Half washed, porcelain in defeat
Pray I go back down and think a way out
But the waking hours escape me
For once,
turn the right way
You flake, you human life
For once!
Turn the right way
Turn the right way
You flake, you human life
Thank the papеr blinds for sparing you the shame
Of months and months gone by