Slow motion mind
Van Dijk / Boudewijn de Groot
The morning sun already hurts my feelings as I awake. Slow motion mind. The poisened mushrooms of breakfast, the glory of the morning a witch's foot I find. A time long ago I left this earth, a long time ago I left my life behind to wander vaguely through the lands of sugar sweet and another come today. Black is the coffee that would turn my stomach and the paper reads of yesteryear. The laughing morning already sends a message of long lost lovers and long lost friends. Well a kingbee stung me twice today it speeds my spirit just to save my breath, to say goodbye someday. Alright. Alright yeah, join it. |