Mundane

Cover artist's IG: roxidoodles

Lyrics:

"It's too late, the sun is keen to rise."
Thought the tailor, wishing to sleep a little more.

The old man, wakes up to water orchids,
Ever since he lost his wife,
Back in nineteen ninety five.

And the fool up in the hill,
Who is sitting there still,
Always seems to have in mind,
He is long past his own prime.

A world so mundane,
How not to go insane?
Is there no one else out here?

One must be sangfroid,
To poke the wound that far,
Don't we all cry and bleed?

(Solo)

The canteen lady is sitting on the bench,
Grieving on her own, the disease has won.

And the homeless man downtown is freezing cold,
Rummaging through a trash bin,
Crooked nose and shaky hands.

He hasn't eaten anything,
It's been a couple days,
He is God's forsaken man,
Even though he prays everyday.

So mundane,
How not to go insane?
Is there no one else out here?

One must be sangfroid,
To poke the wound that far,
Don't we all cry and bleed?

(Solo)

A world so mundane,
How not to go insane?
Is there no one else out here?

One must be sangfroid,
To poke the wound that far,
Don't we all cry?
Shall we all not die,
And bleed?