An intoxicating room swirls before my eyes
Am I dead? Or am I alive?
I feel the GREEN coursing through my veins
Leaving inside me cold spots and hot stains.
But the music keeps playing in my head
And I can’t move, I feel like lead.
A fiery red wall glares at me
And drunk pianos are twirling, carefree.
Maybe it’s that time again
Maybe it’s time to feel less pain.
Curly white keys will keep my senses awake.
And from their melody, happiness I shall take.