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• Artiste: Simon Joyner
• Titre: Morning Is Weary
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The morning is weary my eyes speak to she Who sleeps on the pillow where my body used to be The terrible street sinks its claws all in to me With persuasive dreams of rust's discovery Now what is this sickness that swims through my brain? Are there bats in the tower of rats lost in the maze? I've seen wandering soldiers without candles continue Trudging the darkness which surrounds to suffocate But just like a leaf that tumbles unseen Slipping through the careless changing fingers of the wind I know something brought her breathless to this sleep and to begin Loving the scoundrel whose tall shadows on the walls are going dim So one day he steps forward and the next he can't speak And the safe shield he assumed falls broken in a heap Until there's nothing but truth like garbage at his feet And he must stare into the scraps and take back his courage To scorn hesitation newly born from this doubt To breach his own reflection and return from without While the walls march around hanging space across her skin Hoping for more time to erase her from him