Hide and seek

After a far too long absence, the rain has finally come back to me. Yesterday the streets were blue and black and wet and the lights glimmered across them. The leaves on the trees scattered alongside the pavement were greener than usual and covered in raindrops. Buses and cars passed by, making that lovely sound buses and cars make when driving in the rain. The air smelled of home and of life and of everything that makes me aware and present. This song was inside of my head all the time. It reminds me of the entirety of last summer and the state of mind I was in then. I'd like to go back to that. Maybe I can now.

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where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall
crop circles in the carpet
sinking, feeling

spin me round again and rub my eyes
this can't be happening
when busy streets
a mess with people would stop to hold
their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sowing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover
the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life

hide and seek
trains and sowing machines
(oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears
they were here first

mmmh, what you say?
oh, that you only meant well?
well, of course you did

mmmh, what you say?
mmmh, that it's all for the best?
of course it is

mmmh, what you say?
mmmh, that it's just what we need?
and you decided this

mmmh, what you say?
what did you say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling, no, I don't believe you
you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit

hide and seek
you don't care a bit
hide and seek
you don't care a bit
hide and seek
you don't care a bit