Quiet Afternoon

When the day is already melting on a quiet afternoon Then the angels all might as well sing While their choir laughs at you Hold your heart up near that dusty window Only then you'll start to hear the wind blow Not so far apart from where your tears go after falling Can't you hear the fire that's roaring Chewing up what's yet to be Your desire is to ignore it You would rather wait and see Even though you may have never been there You still taste the smoke in every inhale Deep within yourself it feels familiar in your longing Even though you're feeling very tired Sleepless and completely uninspired Tomorrow's never farther than a quiet afternoon