作词 : Barbarika
作曲 : Barbarika
It's a normal Monday,
it's a broken sky
with stripes of marble adorning green sunshine.
She's boiling a kettle and making the coffee but
expired are toffees and pastry's dry.
She's working from home
nobody in company,
typing words faster and faster than bites--
nails falling like leaves, lower lip denting,
it's time to stop the clock and mind.
She ain't need no stories
not the cliches written, not the corny ones'bout love.
A blank page on mind
burns the flowers of letters, and the stains of blood.
Boys are lining to get in, oh yes, they're needed.
[Chorus]
Maybe there is a rose in the snow
(Maybe there is snow in the hole)
Maybe there is no
One breath of life and
an hour of stars
running like a lame horse; swim, swimming home.
All the words whitened,
books make white lies that may be one truth of life, such fun~
Such a sweet sweet fun
such a blue memory,
a morning's like a tree's year, sucking, puffing~circuits~
Once she got a dog and a man,
a man who followed her like a dog
with no Frisbee of no return to chase.
REPEAT[Chorus]