Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Tea with cinnamon

wake again
to tea with cinnamon
some honey on a spoon
it is almost noon

walking down the stairs
to shed my morning tears
just can't be satisfied
lord knows that I've tried

and it's so beautiful
it's so beautiful
it's so beautiful
but it's not real
it's not real

ride the sun
the day is almost gone
I sit and drink champagne
I am very sane

smell this tea
and dream of what could be
defeated yet again
by tea with cinnamon
as many braver men
I might bounce back, my friend

and it's so beautiful
it's so beautiful
it's so beautiful
but it's not real
it's not real

now it's night
and I don't feel so bright
my pulse is beating fast
this will never last

another day is gone
and I can not outrun
the time is closing in
let the sleep begin
let it begin
let it begin

and it's so beautiful
it's so beautiful
it's so beautiful
but it's not real
it's not real

- Katzenjammer

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