The mood of a winter's day
is one that is never much thought about.
Look about- all you see are bleak, faded colors.
All you see are shades of grey- smudged and running.
A cool, crisp morning- a cough and a hack. The clouds are seperated.
Half and half- half grey, half shades of blue.
What you need is of no use,
what you want is what you want.
One sunset- one blinding color of orange, or shades of purple and gold.
Clouds roll over, merge- grow, the sun vanishes.
what you need is of no use,
what you want is what you want.
Two hours- just two, to watch the city go from a bustling metropolis to a quiet show of lights.
Watch the lights brighten, change colors- go blurry from tears...
Unforseen complications and bad luck cause things to go 'otherwise'.
what I need is of no use.
What I want, is what I want.