What a day it’s been,
an internal inferno,
with cream on the top.
A cosy bed calls,
and in fuzzy dreams I fall,
and the clock speeds up.
Just one of those days,
where you wonder where it went,
and where you have been.
As complex as simple is.
What a day it’s been,
an internal inferno,
with cream on the top.
A cosy bed calls,
and in fuzzy dreams I fall,
and the clock speeds up.
Just one of those days,
where you wonder where it went,
and where you have been.