Vanilla dream of Shakespeare made of coffee
Lies on the bedroom floor
I wake from deepest sleep within a second
And tell the story of an unknown door...
A sonnet rhymes with passion of the flavour
From the awaken dream that's lost
An ancient feel of time has frozen
A symphony that's pinned in Fa minor
And yet no lines, no rhymes are growing
Inside the song a drummer lost the way
Of telling violin and cello
To stop the longing for the yesterday.
