Kurt J. Moser Vanished With The Morning
And I feel you descending
From the eschewed rusty hill
I can't avoid the rising
Of a certain unnamed chill
And now your little fingers
Scratching over my pale skin
And motionless we are listening
To its balmy whispering
You'll be vanished with the morning
Among the other hazed dreams I've had
And then again it's over
And I leave your blooming bed
Because dreams don't last forever
No matter if they are good ones or bed
When the sky turns red
And all turns red
You'll be vanished with the morning
With all the other hazed dreams I've had
I'll be vanished with the morning
Among the other hazed dreams you've had
And all is red
