a dot of black in the blue of your bliss - Magne Furuholmen

The cracked sandy surface of your kitchen floor;

A dry desert-plain that begs for more, than mine and yours casual conversation

The brown grassy hills of your wall to wall — the fake ancient war-chest beats

in the hall

And the prophetic words in the library all

Speak of isolation

Always forever but never like this

There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss

In white pregnant layers of linen clouds

You’re hiding deep in their womblike shroud

Each stillborn morning seems extremely loud — designed to smash your face in

Always forever but never like this

There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss.(2x)

The cracked sandy surface of your kitchen floor;

A dry desert plain that begs for more

Than casual conversation

You’re learning to live with his many faces the rub is he’s hard in all the

wrong places

Always forever but never like this

There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss

Yeah

Always forever but never like this

There´s a dot of black in the blue of your bliss