(N).arrow (M).inded

Another day to rearrange
he walked down the lane
planning hours on common models

A wary look beyond the edge
and he was once again
tasting smoke and empty bottles

All of a sudden he felt strange
whit his might and main
figured out unhappy quarrels

Tell me the first thing
coming to your mind
show me a mess i couldn't
understand
lead me the way

Bitter sweet melancholy
late at night it tease
bringin' jingles, scabs and downing

(it) doesn't matter if he quit
like a smooth disease
chorus, verse & happy ending

He woke up late,
slid on the floor
then wobbled out
and closed the door
breathed softly
clouds of indifference
in the cold.