Winter Day Off
Oh, gosh, it's just too hard to wake up
When the sun is getting ill
And the pills don't work and tea gets cold
Faster than the kittle sings.
Can't see anything inside
Only gleams of moving lights
On the ceiling, on the blind.
It will take a little time
To clean up unesy mind
Morning just cannot be fine.
( The Day that's coming, it's not mine)
Street is cold and sky is about to fall,
Leaden clouds are typical here.
And it's typical of you not to give a call
Even if you want to hear...
People are hiding from the wind
In a coffee shop and read
Messages on broken screens.
I am afraid of falling down,
In a subway crowd I drown.
And my feet are loosing ground.