My Dream Echoes
Mainly an actual dream I had
Manya, you are not his devil,Manya, you are not his angel.Manya, you are not the only one to save him from a stranger. You may take my clothes, But I’m still not going to Austria,You left me standingBut I kept your phone, and a broken Sony Walkman, left on a shed roof.The old jars, the bottles,The kids got them all. Manya, you are not his devil,Manya, you are not his angel.Manya, you are not the only one to save him from a stranger. The tent inside is where we will sleep.My brother and his sister. The cat wants out This is not a dreamTo save me from an angel Manya, you are not his devil,Manya, you are not his angel.Manya, you are not the only one to save him from a stranger. Awake in the half light The area looks abandoned They go by busWe should travel by car Leaving only her clothes behindTossed out and in a heap And a slightly large, favourite suede jacket Sleep eludes me. It comes in two hour bursts This morning mourning songOf manya Interrupts my dream of dreamingTired now The journey must continue For a meeting before lunchtime Hoping the alarm is loud enoughTo save from me the devil. Manya, you are not his devil,Manya, you are not his angel.Manya, you are not the only one to save him from a stranger. Manya, are you not his devil?Manya, are you not his angel?Manya, are you not the only one that can save him from a stranger?