© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Does a rose smell as sweet when there’s no one there to smell it, how can
you know what the word means and not know how to spell it, I saw a door
standing in the desert so I built a house around it, it’s not like finding
something you were looking for so you don’t know when you’ve found it.
Throw the full moon on the fire, take your medicine have a drink, find a
babysitter for desire, let your thoughts do anything but think.
Blow a kiss to the rainbow, logic your such a dreamer.
The end never had a beginning, it is its own means, time is the tragic
persona, when your acting out these scenes, but I forget which part I’m
playing, I forget which lines I’m supposed to be saying.
Yes it’s me in here bleeding thru the pen and ink, staring myself down in
the mirror again neither one of us even threatening to blink, I suppose it’s
just another day I suppose it’s just another mood, you start out starving
for life and you end up settling for food.
Where is that early summer morning that smelt like eternity, where is that
little boy who used to look across the rooftops of the world from the top
of a tree, the best that beautiful little boy could do was turn into me.