Some Things Will Never Change

And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face.
There’s a blood that’s flowing through the feeling
Witha knife to open up the sky’s veins.
Some things will never change
They just stand there looking backwards
Half-unconsious from the pain.
They may seem rearranged.
In the backwater swirling
There is something that’ll never change.
And when I shoulda been gone a long time
It laughs, and says I find ways.
Just when they’re sheltered under paper
The rockets come at us sideways.
(Bridge)
Hey, I’m blind.
Good Fine.
Roll the time
On whose dime.
And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face.
There’s a blood that’s flowing through the feeling
Witha knife to open up the sky’s veins.