And so the day begins with a hidden cloud, Whose shadow is close behind, yet keeping its face concealed from me. And so the day is on the verge to yell and shout, What legal matters I find melt in my head to replace me. Oh nostalgic pride. Oh a bruise in my side. I try to breathe, I try to bleed, I'll always need, a little bit of history. Daydream the day, I'll die if you leave. I'll always need, a little bit of history. Sometimes I wonder if I need a brain biopsy, To learn how to close the widow through which I can see. Strange how I don't miss these things, the spectres who have haunted this place. And yet it's like I try to communicate it seems. Oh nostalgic pride. Oh a bruise in my side. I try to breathe, I try to bleed, I'll always need, a little bit of history. Daydream the day, I'll die if you leave. I'll always need, a little bit of history. © 2020 Minoan Music
Written by: ERIC ALEXANDRAKIS
Submitted by: MINOANMUSIC on October 12, 2020
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