Erik Hårdstedt - Rangoon nights

The fog inside my mind
Is ready to ignite
By sparks of nothingness
Rushing through the night
My breath at times is like
A fly upon the wall
Before it's breaking free
Encompassing it all
The teacher's voice is breaking
Through the noise of cracking limbs
And melting structures dripping
Slowly past the brim
The teachers voice is brought back
From its shelter in the grave
Its floating through a pipeline
From the Phraya Nakhon caves
Rangoon nights
Rangoon Rangoon Rangoon
Rangoon nights
The recreated hunter tribe
Is waiting for the sun
To tell them when the time is right
To break the glass and run
But their vow of noble silence
Didn't help them to evolve
Into the magic state
Where the answer could unfold
The howling street and prayer calls
Get closer every night
But the struggle of the mundane world
Is so far out of sight
The southern cross is gossiping
With a swarm of fireflies
While drawing donut patterns
In the sticky Rangoon sky
Rangoon nights
Rangoon Rangoon nights
Rangoon Rangoon Rangoon
Rangoon nights

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erik hårdstedt

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