Milk

This is not a song
This is just one of those vivid dreams. This is not a song
But it needs it just the same
Sometimes I wake up in the darkness
When I know I should’ve stayed asleep
If you remember to be drunk
You should remember to get married
If you remember to be drunk
You’d be better to get married
Sometimes it takes a teaspoon of milk
Just to see that bowl of sweet cherries
Put my life out like a candle
Smears two fingerprints
Saw a child crouched down
Write my name in fresh cement
She said, «I know you’re in a hurry
But could you give an angel a minute?»
Well I don’t want to get up
With the moon still in place
And this bad dream passing through
The lines in my face
There my be blood in my shirt sleeves, but I think I see a clean escape
So how will my heart know
When it’s time to stop
Put the squeeze on the veins
And let the temperature just drop
Sometime you sleep until the sun gets a chance to rise
Sometimes you wake up in the dark, silver skies and golden needles,
pale lights and the cold cold milk