Paroles de Rusty Morning

Black is the absence of light a smoky smoggy brown sunrise shadows grow over lazy eyes kept asleep from darkening skies let enlightenment invade your problemsless slumber smell the saccharin sanka see the world anew awaking up morning tea diminishing dreamsof the night where peace slept and your contentment lies turning on to the one-eyed monster dropping anchor in its subliminal harbor I could surely do all that this guy does I could indulge all his broads but I'm not him Rosy glasses ignore that all is tunnel vision to choose not to choose is a decision