Grey, cold sky from our window
Eastern blocks for functional life
Warm in here though, too warm
Yesterday I was laughing
Pictures by the Wall, about a mile left
Us smiling
Tears, anger now
I\'m shouting at you
Looking with love, frustration, hatred
Am I being honest
Not anymore
I pour a drink, creamy, sickly
The music plays too loud
You mention Bowie
I want answers
Reality
Where are we heading..?
You tell me your story
I listen
Now I know who you are
Relaxed, tired, I notice
Snow falling softly
Sleep, after sickness