Mind Chambers کے بول

When she's coming I'm sitting on the easy chair Under this ceiling I'm breathing only stuffy air Ticking away Useless moments of my weary day Rolling slowly The time deprives me of my will to play And I woke up I got up... Step by step From the light through the black... Here she comes again With her hot and lazy embrace I feel it so close to me I must accept she with bad grace Still together I'm thinking of my life Sad and lonely She seems my only eternal wife... But I woke up I got up... I opened the door There was the same floor...