Through the pale grey tunnel, to the sea

Write your every sad thought down for me.

I will put it back there WiTh My MaD;

Neither one of us should be so sad.

Underneath a sun that doesn’t shine;

Suddenly we’re done before our time.

Yours is one that listens not but speaks..

Mine is one that listens not and sleeps.

 Daydreaming. 16 hours a day.

No one knew to chase these dreams away?

Through the pale grey tunnel, to the sea..

Living is the most alive we’ll be.