Penguin

Verse 1 6.45 in the morning in december I'm waiting for the dawning of the sunlight and remember Your slender, fragile figure asleep beside me You shivered and weeped as idly in your sleep as when you lied We could start things all over from scratch And put it all behind us, move it outside and close the blinders But it doesn't work that way, you can't erase an emotion Placing a notion like that might seem hard like facing an ocean Of cold facts, keep tripping over your own tracks When you feel like a derailed train hit with a poll tax More wax than in a female flame, that candle So much funky shit inside my brain I can't handle The experience was shattering, the beating and the battering Were not too flattering, I had to take the matter into My own hands, my scattering programmes Were gathering romance, and I had her in slow jams Then it broke... Verse 2 Across the table your eyes are wandering I'm unable to see straight, the world is distorted, unstable My lifeline inside this microphone cable Barricade and barrage it with another mad fable for Jezebel who burned me like the fires in hell I couldn't tell if you fell into my arms like a bell or a treasure Felt too much to even measure Too much pleasure made me forget all about the pain To sustain the hurt you can no longer avert Stay alert and avoid everything you can't trust Dust-to-dust, dirt-to-dirt is what you must Face like the facts, happiness turns to rust again Bust and broken, torn apart like a token See the fire and the smoke, but you don't know who's smoking Or revoking, drying up the pillow that was soaking in tears What if the smoke clears from fears never spoken out loud?