I feel dazed with my hands in your unkempt hair,
My feet in cold brook water,
My eyes lost in your stare.
Quivers run through my spine,
Is it summer or winter, day or nighttime?
In the embrace of a tune, intertwined with a melody;
The blanket of mist is warming me.
Yesterday passed in the blink of an eye,
Yet another day to survive,
The king has opened his doors to the poor and the rich,
The lovers look bleak in midday heat.
Ruining the taste of grace with poison in the air,
Too distracted to understand,
Too afraid to get near.
The clock strikes twelve,
Am I supposed to ruin this perfectly as I've always dreamt?
A French song plays, the clouds and shadows start to talk;
My watch is set early.
Yesterday passed in the blink of an eye,
Yet another day to survive,
The king has opened his doors to the poor and the rich,
The lovers look bleak in midday heat.
The story you read back in fifth grade,
Was written by the author you met today.
But you knew well back then,
You could only survive in the heat of midday.
