Twilight on my lazing brain
seeks for warmth & cools my veins
floating breath in freezing throat
times in black shirt, pants & coat
Nothing did change
- what do you think about my part
what made that change on you
- do you think our future's through?
Harming tunes to December rain
creatures that feature their actual pain
graveyards crowded with souls in a loss
of jolly good friend
Roll that golden sunny way on
which thou ought to touch the bow
feed the trees you'd never let grow
leave to seek the world a new
Three trombones that'll hitchhike home
blow black men's blood among the pale
daylight fades out the scene too fast
time for laughter jokes & loves
