Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
3:am’s sitting on my chest like a nightmare
black Spanish pirate flags waving in some fogged distance
and the silky seductive sound of the hour glass running down
home seems like an empty shell
the forgotten wasteland of memory
the halls I wander like a stranger
the bed a thief’s trophy
the walls, canvas obsolete
I walk and drive these streets
avenues of the wounded
marked by bums, vets, and the lost
road maps of stolen glances in the mirrors
the catalog of faces
the music I owned flat
the movies pale
the games dull
leaving home a stranger
entering a new land a stranger still
the days of me surrendered
black Spanish pirate flags waving in some fogged distance
and the silky seductive sound of the hour glass running down
home seems like an empty shell
the forgotten wasteland of memory
the halls I wander like a stranger
the bed a thief’s trophy
the walls, canvas obsolete
I walk and drive these streets
avenues of the wounded
marked by bums, vets, and the lost
road maps of stolen glances in the mirrors
the catalog of faces
the music I owned flat
the movies pale
the games dull
leaving home a stranger
entering a new land a stranger still
the days of me surrendered
