Saturnine

My frozen feet in the sand

And my heart in my mouth

My evening angst is coming out

My shaky hand on my chest

And my head up in the clouds

All my emotions are much too loud

I don't offer much protection

I keep my dark side away from reflections

Obsolete plans and vague convictions

It's getting too late to make good decisions

The taste of tar in my lungs

A blank slate on my mind

So many things I can't describe

Somewhere down memory lane

Along parallel lines

I'm eating up another mile

I don't offer much protection

I keep my dark side away from reflections

Obsolete plans and vague convictions

It's getting too late to make good decisions

Saturnine your name sounds so meaningful to my ears

And whiskey keeps me warm

Saturnine now that the bravest soldiers have disappeared

I'm waiting for the storm

I'm waiting for the storm to break my fall