Horse, Mouthwash and Coffee
Misagh Azimi
A crimson line
In the early morning sky
A walk through the night
High as a kite
Cringed from the wind
Shy from the sun
I pass every man by
Slowly put my feet on the ground
But it all, comes back again
It all, gets real
But it all, comes back again
It all, gets real
Wake me up
If you come by again
Or the dream of the wings on my shoulders
Will take me far, far away
To a land, a room, a day
Where I have all I need
A mug full of mouthwash
A horse, to hold me high
But it all, comes back again
It all, gets real
But it all, comes back again
It all, gets real