14 May 2012
To blot out the mind,
Sail me to the moon,
Silence save a ticking clock,
In a lonely little room.
Her dad was a policeman,
She loved him to the stars,
I wrote so many songs for her,
In lonely little bars.
To erase all my regrets,
Burn it all away,
I hope I wake tomorrow,
To work another day.
In the evening I'll resume my course,
Drowning out the sound,
The laughter and the music,
When you used to be around.
No Name 1 • Opuss № I