From the recording Fever Dreams
Written by Ohad Paris
Production, vocals, guitars: Ohad Paris
Bass and drums: Marco Toba
Lyrics
Mornings
I don’t need you calling
My chariot of sleep
Takes me beyond time
And people
Keep telling me it’s simple
But I know the tide
Now that it’s mine
One day
When all that’s left is something
I’ll open my eyes
Morning snow
The sun is skimming
I wish I was her flame
But I’m put out
And pain is
Just another faded
Face in the crowd
Damned is the morning
Killer of dreams
Will it strike life inside of me
Rust and decay
Pinching and rattling my bones
Is it the enemy I know
Or is it life
Hi!
I don’t know
I have my eyes closed
Mornings
I don’t need you calling
My chariot of sleep
Takes me beyond time
Mornings
Poison-stricken mourning
I'll let this fever rage
Leech through my eyes
And people
All those fucking people
Keep passing by
One day
When all that’s left is something
I’ll open my eyes