Dark thoughts,
black clouds
Death’s present
all around
Old goals fizzled out
Blood runs cold
as the picture yellows
Photos reflecting a long-gone past
The young man’s expression – worriless
The promise of a bright future in his eyes
Nothing seems out of reach for this guy
A deep, sad breath
and the short gleam of hope fading away again fast
Time flew by while he was waiting for his chance
Choices after choices – just slipped out of hands
A gnarly branch
Blocking away
Dead wood, no use
But decay
A thirst I hardly quench
Now that I’m old
Sadly I’m dangling a shame to behold
A gnarly branch in greying cold
My life spent in cloud
And in my time of dying I’m a fucking load
Things that were releasing that feeling of delight
turned into a part of the boring daily grind
The picture keeps him awake almost every night
while unclear sorrows circling around his heavy mind
Constantly accompanied by the foreboding
his circle closes and he leaves as a punk
A gnarly branch
Blocking away
Dead wood, no use
But decay
A thirst I hardly quench
Now that I’m old
Sadly I’m dangling a shame to behold
A gnarly branch in greying cold
My life spent in cloud
And in my time of dying I’m a fucking load
Dark thoughts,
black clouds
Death’s present
all around
Old goals fizzled out
Blood runs cold
as the picture yellows
Dark thoughts,
black clouds
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Psychedelic Crossover from the Swiss Alps
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