Just when something goes wrong
I hide it in my head
because i?m feeling all worn out
carrying your way around
and maybe you are tired
I had no wings to fly
tasted like pearls a while
now cut like a silver blade
there?s still whisper in the air
strike you as they fall
bent my ear, I won?t hear
your red eye
blue black sky
pressure inside
quiet outside
no time to set things right
you heard
and I knew
dinner will be
dinner will be cold
it?s too late you never understand
A Year Later - Kubik
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