On my side of the room
It's my size of the moon
It's my place to hide
In my guitar,
In my cage.
In my home ; I work and I play
I live but am not alive
In my side of the room.
There's the T.V.
There's the radio playing
My friend is complaining
And the innocence has burnt into the wall.
The clock clicked it's camera
And the wall did whisper,
"What are you doing ; Alone child ,
In my side of the room?"
On my side of the room
I'm the sailor of my cigarettes
I'm the king in my deck of cards
And Beetle Bailey has
Walked the seven seas
But the ocean's overflown.
When it's visiting time : Tea time
It's then when I wake up , shape up
And the wall did whisper,
"What are you doing , Alone Child ,
On my side of the moon?"
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
On my side of the room
It's my size of the moon
It's my place to hide
In my guitar,
In my cage.
In my home ; I work and I play
I live but am not alive
In my side of the room.
There's the T.V.
There's the radio playing
My friend is complaining
And the innocence has burnt into the wall.
The clock clicked it's camera
And the wall did whisper,
"What are you doing ; Alone child ,
In my side of the room?"
On my side of the room
I'm the sailor of my cigarettes
I'm the king in my deck of cards
And Beetle Bailey has
Walked the seven seas
But the ocean's overflown.
When it's visiting time : Tea time
It's then when I wake up , shape up
And the wall did whisper,
"What are you doing , Alone Child ,
On my side of the moon?"
From . ' The HodgePodge Assumptions '.
by sparX Kuijper © 1983
