Another One Touch or Just Embracing All That Is Blurry

Dreaming little.Got choke again and again in those.Why these aching words still stuck to my tongue?I cannot find the joy and the fun.

 

I wished it's a life I'd love to go on with before I got those sounds.They lingers in my ears not in my head.The phone is ringing,the door is waving,hold up like this,singing like that,but nobody puts them into the dead ends.Except me I suppose.Baby is standing on my back,this lady in black singing the blues where I couldn't dare sleep.

 

Sometimes I give myself the bulbs which never work sometimes I get drunk in my mind for forgetting I'm not a melancholy man.Everyone is shinning,everyone is dreaming,except the sky above my head.Yes,yes,yes,please leave me wet and high.