moleskine ii

and all the ice is building inside
all the pen have started to fade
not even the aurora can save this fate
the light is empty these days

a rotten spectacle to perform
we are carcass on the side of the road
red snow covering the thick bones
Arctic hare roaming what were home

like a lake below the eternal glare
all chances to meet you again are freeze
and i have to learn to live with them
the nuances of your sleep are still with me

everything is out in a smell
everything is going for the swell
all i've writed and all i've smelled
all i've touched and all i've cared

i had to take the motor way down
i had to be in the place of yourselves
i have to write better things
and i have to ... yell your name