letra de muto - jirapah
the awnings rise in morning time on avenues
after few cups to work through afternoons
but when the hour strikes you’re marching right back into line for food
the hands move slowly when you watch so eyes shouldn’t gaze
back and forth you pace the floor with arms tied to the craft
but then the prospect of the after hour walk steadily in this head
the inviting call of alcohol that’s resting calmly in its case
all are smiles when night arrives and chains break at will
the walls come down, the lights die and the stars guide in its stead
then the bottle pours into our throats so heavily in excess
that the stars go round, the wine reminding
that your life’s just part of
one morning’s game you played a while
it’s just one morning’s game
you played the part of one
and you bowed
curtain calls
face it, darling
close your eyes til morning time
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