The last 3 days have been gray, red and blue
One foot in the abyss, another sinking in the sand
My head buried in the sand
And the sound of the world drowned by the moving sand.
But the wind was calling my name
It was the music I heard as noise
The sweetness which tasted sour
The softness which caused me to itch.
I guess I been under the weather for too long
To appreciate the caress of the sun
But don’t bury me just yet
The pulse might be weak
But this heart is still knocking.