SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER BLUES
I LOVE YOU
AND I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I WAS HARDLY LOOKING FOR,
JUST LIKE WARRIORS FORGET THE REASON OF THE WAR.
TIME, PAIN, MILES,
SURE THEY'LL MAKE THE PAINTER PAINT
LIKE A CHILD MAKING SNOWMEN IN THE DARK,
IN THE NEVERENDING NIGHT,
OF SWEDEN'S WINTER, DARLING.
I LOVE YOU
AND I'M WALKING LIKE THE UNDESIRED HOST,
I'M THE DEAD MAN AT DINER WITH THE GHOSTS.
ABSENCE, SILENCE,
WELL GOD CAN TAKE BACK ALL THE PAINTS
OF THIS CHILD MAKING SNOWMEN IN THE DARK,
IN THE NEVERENDING NIGHT,
OF SWEDEN'S WINTER, DARLING.
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