déjà vu
glass cafe faces
fade into the wash
of brick-dust-yellow afternoon
déjà vu
slow lines on pages
shape words like echoes
of a ball bounced in an empty street
déjà vu
sun on hair dancing
to breeze-born snatches
of a lost music box melody
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
(Hey, you're really crazy... You know that?) I thought that I was calling up my…
I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…