Novocaine for the soul

Und wenn der Himmel draußen grau ist, wenn es regnet und der kalte Wind die Vögel in ihre Nester trägt, hat man manchmal nur das Bedüfnis in kaltes Wasser zu tauchen und die ganzen Geräusche dieser Welt nurnoch gedämpft wahrzunehmen, einmal zu schweben.







Sometimes I dream about it.
What it's like back home.
The railroad tracks and the pussy willow.
But I had to leave it.
Now I go back .
Whenever my tired head hits the pillow.







There's a spider crawling on the bathroom mirror.
Right on top of my right eye.
And I can't stop staring back.
How did I get this way?