Autumnblaze Barefoot On Sunrays
Dreams or caves
Just something to forget myself
Blind or deaf
Or something worse to bear the nights
Afternoon
We're sitting at the table
Lights are dimmed
No windows in this room
I try to think of funny days
We're walking barefoot on sunrays
Mother's mute
She's weeping at a lonely place
Mad and dark
This house is like a grave
I try to think of funny days
We're walking barefoot on sunrays
Yearning for the flight
Yearning for a weightless flight
