Mourning Afternoon

Suddenly the dawn is born, I’m doomed to face another day. All last night’s best intentions lost themselves along the way. The infant sounds of morning and unforgiving light have taken their revenge on the unsuspecting night…

…Oh no, here I go again, the same way since I don’t know when. Another day, I feel this way… …Sunglasses on the breakfast tray. Another mourning afternoon (it feels just like yesterday). Mourning afternoon

So forlorn, the flag of morning hangs worn and torn, at half mast. All around this battleground, a spell’s been cast. The cigarette butt end of night, on death bed ashtray is given its last rites by the light of day…

…Oh no, here I go again, the same way since I don’t know when. Another day, I feel this way… …Sunglasses on the breakfast tray. Another mourning afternoon (it feels just like yesterday). Mourning afternoon