Song by Devika
A hundred pages left on call
Breaking down in graceful snores
We try to hide our wounds down in vain
People tend to be assured soon
Perfect scars and perfect homes
They seem so happy and poised
But why not us
Afraid what tomorrow would bring
Scared of the ever lasting cruise
We hide our plans to make up for our notes
But never happy about our wrinkly souls
Numb down the veins
And tears of gold and green
Isn’t it weird we feel so quite
Even when loud and free
We try to patch up different calls
And lemon scented tears along
The alley way spent in purest glee
The people remain quite in wishes
and hopes for the Moon to cut sharp
The night in a ghostly white
So pale and white like pure black
It might be best to leave along
The trails and graphics in the doorway
Shut off passage and the courts
Tired of bowing down to rules and might
No diamonds cut from heavy swords
No pages left in strained remorse
We conceal all our allergies
And lovers night in cavalries
No gorgeous way to hide the looks
And stares of jackals on the roofs
Growing messy every passing hour
Throwing tantrums in cold insights
And we follow the same rules
And we break the same rules
As everybody else on foot
Wings on fire burning bright
In murky wishes and willow skies
We left all our prizes in the craze
Forgot to have our moment of grace
