707 (A November Less)
Mother Turtle
Leave me now to drift along
Inside the cold heart of the Sun
Along narrow streets of golden breeze
Where strong winds play and rainbows dwell
But here inside this white room
My veins keep drinking pale wine
So many times, that I recall
I threw my pearls before swine
People dressed in white
But I can see through them
With their hearts of wood and their empty eyes
I let them drift away
And when I can't reject the pain
Inflicted each and every day
The best revenge is to survive
And work my own way
A race in the street
A whore and some meat
Compromise the hard way
But the easy one is never quite true
Selfish and reckless
Full with pride and smiles
A bag of tricks
A lack of marbles
And an ache in the heart for the forgotten troubles
I don't know what friends are for
But it's ok when they do
Through all these years
Stars seem to be the same
But we have changed so much
Through all these years
These colorblind tears
But we have been so blind
All of the above is false
But truth is never true
So I pick up my one way ticket
And leave for the Sun
Hourless films and captioned stares
But where's the honor in all this?
So let me breathe the quiet Sun
And dream for all the fools