morning lady

from the window if i'm quiet, trains of thought. we sit like watchmen in lonely towers. dark by now. i saw them grazing, wished i could follow a hidden moon, two stories high. all we need now is a movement here. and aw, we sit like watchmen. sweet morning lady. sweet is so necessary. i just don't know why. and now we circle the sidewalks of this suitcase town, we have found some comfort here. we are experts. we are experts of the past. coffee is cold like evening air, and still we sit like watchmen. sweet morning lady. sweet, sweet is so necessary. i just don't know why. i just don't know why.