Another Day with Cure (might have posted it before...)

The sun rises slowly
On another day
The eastern sky grows cold
Winter in water colours
Shades of grey

Something
Something holds me hypnotized...

I stare at the window
Stare at the window
Waiting for the day to go
Winter in water colours
Shades of grey

Closedown with Cure

I'm running out of time
I'm out of step and closing down
And never sleep for wanting hours
The empty hours of greed
And uselessly
Always the need
To feel again the real belief
Of something more than mockery
If only I could fill my heart with love

Übereil


Brain: an apparatus with which we think we think.

Ambrose Bierce