Deep One Perfect Morning

Deep one perfect morning
 As the sun is heading up
 Into the sky
 And I'm sitting here warming
 To the coldness of the things
 That meet my eye
 Something in me's stirring
 And the moon and all the stars
 Fail to comply
 
 And my thoughts are turning backwards
 And I'm picking at the pieces
 Of a world that keeps turning
 The screws into my mind
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 Something in me's chilling
 And nothing in me's willing
 To focus my attention
 On the sky
 Past the weakened eyes
 That feel and scream
 Into your soul
 Better to paint my hate
 On the walls
 Before the picture goes
 
 And my thoughts are turning backwards
 And I'm picking at the pieces
 Of a world that keeps turning
 The screws in my mind
 And I can see a wide world
 For me to tame