The sun sets and rises on your own little town
And something sad and beige settles over me
Hungover for no reason other than drinking too much unknowable future
The sun sets and rises over your own little cottage
And then there’s slamming doors and yelled things
Things which cannot be unheard, only denied
A baby crying, expressing the inexpressible
The sepsis that will last forever, a virus dormant in the bones
The sun sets and rises and sets and rises again
You wake me up to dream just when I fell asleep and had forgotten about you
Le soleil se couche et se lève sur mon petit coin du monde