Mouth of a Story

Your look the mouth of a story
Its fire cracks your sore lips
The sea hits the rocks today, tomorrow
With a noise of rolling pain
It’s too late
It’s too soon to wait

If the sun shone grey would be blue
Another tear would still
Fall
In welcome waters
An absent lover- a turmoil
A lost friendship- a pit
An absent friend- a turmoil
A lost lover- a pit

Your forehead weighs
A new friendship you can barely touch
Your forehead weighs
A new friendship you’re scared to touch

Another day the window looks blurred
The same record
Music that brings love
Music that hits you
Music that feeds melancholy
It flows
Your mind flows the day flows

You don’t want to get busy
Or forget that misery
Comes and goes
And comes and goes
And comes again
Your last dream showed it
Your body woke up
Nobody saw the hooks still in it

There’s a wall before stillness
There’s a punishment for this or that
For love or hate
For being, for being (x 9)