Letra de Rosie

Each new morning's a slow thaw
Pacing back and forth
Here in my current state
I'm chasing something more
Pacing yourself, breaths at a time
Keeping stride with traffic outside
Bracing yourself, steps at a time
Things you grasp, they tear at you now
Short breaths at a time
Small steps at a time
Waking up to the same
Endless scenes night after night
Scrambling to your feet
To the sounds
Of your cell door slamming shut
A careless king is waking absent of a queen. She must be dead
Throughout the leaning towers, peasants keep their balance overhead
Therefore everything is balanced
Everything is balanced
But a shape under the castle
Keeps me constantly distracted
Nothing feels real
Nothing to feel
The world is not black and white
It’s grey