11

As soon as day turns to night,
and the sun hides behind the clouds,
and the growl of the wild calls,
and the stench of the victory wails,
and the flicker of a burning hatred leaps,
and the moaning gravel crunches,
and the words wont co-operate,
and the phone runs out of battery,
and the post gets lost in the mail,
and the rain slashes down a window,
and the pile of work gets larger,
and the choruses get louder,
and the shortest book gets longer,
and the ink spreads faster than blood,
and the bed is as cold as stone,
and the noise is eerily silent,
and the mist is forcing its way in,
and the fights make you want to scream,
and the people just hang their heads,
and the money thats left vanishes,
and the pounding of the drums will never cease,
and the funniest thing wont make you laugh,
and the helpless roar of a car engine is all you can imagine,
and the dream
oh,
the dream.
of what is where and what will happen,
when i open my weary eyes,
and start to think of you.