Nothing autobiographical about this one. Started with a tune; lyrics developed around that, then sabotaged the original melody completely. More or less 92 BPM in A minor.
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Your Day
2015-May-30

I feel the thunder; [but] I don’t smell the rain.
I hear the whistle, not the rush of the train.
I taste the hot blood from my chin
where the razor’s marked my skin.
Hope you won’t see the state I’m in.

I taste the wine but still the fruit is bittersweet.
I feel the disappointment and can’t tell it from defeat.
I hear the hot spark on the wire
I see between me and your fire.
I smell perfume, [but] not desire.

I watch the matches [as they] blossom into flame
and smell the smoke as each one flickers out again.
I hear the verses as they’re sung
and taste my breath, but hold my tongue.
I’d sing myself, but my pride’s been stung.

I smell the dust the dancers kick up in the air.
I see your portrait, but the likeness isn’t there.
I feel your hand inside the glove
and hear bright crystal tap above.
I taste champagne, but it’s not love.

I see the ring but I can’t hear the wedding band.
I touch our castle as it crumbles into sand
and smell the cold breeze blowing through
this world that used to taste of you.
I’m doing fine, just feeling blue.