'Far Away'
The haze is everywhere Opaque smoke that covers the city Fog invades every car window And casts a pall over the neon light My thoughts are far away In a place where it is always raining And I am a pale dreamy mademoiselle I dance in the rain The air is dense and thick like butter It presses into me, a tidal wave of pallid mist It smells of a forest in a fairy tale And of your last ciggarette, too soaked to light My spirit is in a land far away Cloaked in white and contemplating the rain And I am a shadow, a ghost I sway to the rythms of the wind Reality is a grey haze of screaming wind and mournful rain I dance upon the clouds and watch it fall Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 05:55 AM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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"The haze is everywhere..."