Comida China

And without knowing why
I stay watching the sun set
Again
The day ended
Tomorrow will be the same
A normal Sunday with newspapers
I didn't connect with so much
Chinese food
And I had a brief lapse
Of mystical chemistry
With Ketalar
And without knowing why
I keep watching
The sun set
At your feet
The day ended
Tomorrow will be the same
One of those days
Gray, everything wrong
And without knowing why
I stay watching the sun set
Again