Deja vu Glass cafe faces Fade into the wash Of brick-dust-yellow afternoon Deja vu Slow lines on pages Shape words like echoes Of a ball bounced in an empty street Deja vu Sun on hair dancing To breeze-borne snatches Of a lost music box melody
Deja vu Glass cafe faces Fade into the wash Of brick-dust-yellow afternoon Deja vu Slow lines on pages Shape words like echoes Of a ball bounced in an empty street Deja vu Sun on hair dancing To breeze-borne snatches Of a lost music box melody