Tonight I am color blind, and nothing tastes right. The room is like I left it last, it's dark, but still too bright.
Lots of strange items in a pile on the floor. Some dust and a beer bottle next to the door.

Out my little window, darkness there, still. The wind is slowly humming, I am cold and feeling ill.
Another tired sigaret, my eyes are turning red. Too late by far, yet I am far from my bed.

The room seems bigger now, a mile from side to side. I am dreaming already, but have yet to close my eyes.
Pretty little objects by the window in a row. Oh, no I'm not depressed, my friend. On the contrary, I'm in love.