////
Another dead day done
Another day denying
That we do not know how
To dream anymore
//
Once more the girl
Gags on her own lies
And falls down broken
Onto the street
//
She cries and cries
But she gets no sympathy
//
The hours spin reality above our heads
lonely children call our names out loud
//
Still we try maintain our fantasy
•
•
The girl lies broken
( so she does say )
The passersby
Simply laugh at her
And go on their way
//
The dead day done
perhaps the girl shall rise
Perhaps she'll have a light in her eyes
Perhaps perhaps
A lot of things
//
But
She don't know how to dream anymore
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
////
Another dead day done
Another day denying
That we do not know how
To dream anymore
//
Once more the girl
Gags on her own lies
And falls down broken
Onto the street
//
She cries and cries
But she gets no sympathy
//
The hours spin reality above our heads
lonely children call our names out loud
//
Still we try maintain our fantasy
•
•
The girl lies broken
( so she does say )
The passersby
Simply laugh at her
And go on their way
//
The dead day done
perhaps the girl shall rise
Perhaps she'll have a light in her eyes
Perhaps perhaps
A lot of things
//
But
She don't know how to dream anymore