707 (A November Less)

Leave me now to drift along

Inside the cold heart of the Sun

Along narrow streets of golden breeze

Where strong winds play and rainbows dwell

But here inside this white room

My veins keep drinking pale wine

So many times, that I recall

I threw my pearls before swine

People dressed in white

But I can see through them

With their hearts of wood and their empty eyes

I let them drift away

And when I can't reject the pain

Inflicted each and every day

The best revenge is to survive

And work my own way

A race in the street

A whore and some meat

Compromise the hard way

But the easy one is never quite true

Selfish and reckless

Full with pride and smiles

A bag of tricks

A lack of marbles

And an ache in the heart for the forgotten troubles

I don't know what friends are for

But it's ok when they do

Through all these years

Stars seem to be the same

But we have changed so much

Through all these years

These colorblind tears

But we have been so blind

All of the above is false

But truth is never true

So I pick up my one way ticket

And leave for the Sun

Hourless films and captioned stares

But where's the honor in all this?

So let me breathe the quiet Sun

And dream for all the fools