You’re only 3 degrees away
Though you can see it’s about to
break
Though you don’t know what else to
say
in the daytime.
You’re taking all that I could give
So selfish in your positives
No second coming for you now
in the daytime.
‘There is no news’
Said the speaker to the man
When the clock struck thirteen
And you were kissing at my hands
Forgiving is not an obligation
Those who observe will be obliged
A witness to the supernation
The one that’s begging to survive
recount your denouncements
tally up the score
were you thinking of your own skin
or thinking of 3 degrees more.
No comments:
Post a Comment