yawning

It's good to feel again To speak when only you mean what is spoken It's good to listen, it's good to hear I sometimes forget who i once was and who i now am And how we are the same I'm going to die someday In a school of fish, yeah dried up and salty The long night ate up my day I will bake my own bread Joy, flowers and springtime Water and death My god, crying aloud Only for the moon Or what appeared to be the moonbut was only the reflection of a light From the boat awning yawning tears in my eyes Muscles tight and clenching Beautiful night, my love