Dusk - Attachments Lyrics

Every Morning - I close the window

Making all that is instrumental - dysfunctional

And thinking that life would pass - In this fashion ever decedent

Surrounding images change form

Black and white fever reveals itself

The trees - the symphony - the slumber

Passing hours devoid of all time-lapse

Would I ever know - Or should you realize?

That this passing moment - I am dying again