Plat du Jour

Dark days ahead and sniffling high time
We had a memory that wasn't so blue
And fixed on a starry lane
Touched with a kiss of rain
And shadows of course
They're at it again

Shrill voices from the distance turn to song
An old tune from long ago
Wrong as you were
But then you've been lost at sea
And blessed by a silver horse
Shat on and loathed
But at the end of the day

We’re bold to say it, lulled to pray it
Sold insane, I’ve half a mind to scream
I need you, please
I seem to be living a life, feet touching sky
It's only a whim, but maybe there's a way to look within

Struck down my ego battered and it's fried
And served with a slice of pride and celery soup
So welcome my dearest friends
Have you seen the one that I'm going mad for?
I sold my TV

We’re bold to say it, lulled to pray it
Sold insane, I’ve half a mind to scream
I need you please
I seem to be living a life feet touch in sky
It's only a whim, but maybe there's a way to look within