Magne F A Dot Of Black In The Blue Of Your Bliss
The cracked sandy surface of your kitchen floor;
a dry desert-plain that begs for more,than mine and
yours casual conversation.
The brown grassy hills of your wall to wall - the fake
ancient war-chest beats in the hall,
and the prophetic words in the library all
speak of isolation
Always forever but never like this
There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss.
In white pregnant layers of linen clouds.
You’re hiding deep in their womblike shroud.
each stillborn morning seems extremely loud - designed
to smash your face in.
Always forever but never like this
There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss.(2x)
The cracked sandy surface of your kitchen floor;
a dry desert plain that begs for more,
than casual conversation
You’re learning to live with his many faces the rub is
he’s hard in all the wrong places
Always forever but never like this
There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss.
Yeah
Always forever but never like this
There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss
