sunday morning the twin bells began to ring
loudly and quickly
they took me away from my home
a chain of islands in the middle of the pacific ocean
my room the perfect place to watch the waves
crash dead on against the shore
the usual breeze comes in
running through the back door
but i have work at 3
so its time for me to wake up
accept a place thats not made from dmt
accept a place where i dont want to be
my room the perfect place to watch the waves
crash dead on against the shore
until the sun comes in
through the blinds
evicting me from the home in my dreams