Sunrises

Lately, the sunrise starts boring you as well.
Days go by slowly.
It's too hot on the shoreline.
Even if you could hold all that you need,
you still won't be satisfied.
You still won't be satisfied.
As if you were a timeline you count
the hours that pass,
one after another.
And the days' emptiness nibbling at all of your veins.
Dream of other times.
(dream of other times)

I was hoping to find some peace in your eyes,
after years that you've been searching
for a father figure.
But today's white soon will be all red.
People don't stick around forever.
Imagine how tomorrow you will be much closer.

The smell of lemon and citrus peels
returns you back half life time.
(half life time)
You thought that if you'd stand on
your own the world will do the rest.
(Did it do anything at all?)
And on Saturdays you hold a paintbrush again,
and drift with the sounds of theafternoon.
Dream of other times.
(dream of other times)
Dream of other times.
Imagine how tomorrow you will be much closer.

Lately, the sunrise starts boring you as well.