Kunde — Taste of Dawn
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Dreamt about a place
The light of day
Would never fade
Little drops of dew
Remind me how the morning tastes
Promises of what’s to come
Rest on my tongue
Woke up on a Saturday
Where my eyes caught a glimpse of grey
Gotta take it from the top, like the letter A
Be seeing what the elder say
Future flashback in front of me
Lemme unbox the present
While i’m wrapping up the past
Next come the surprise made by the collective hand
My eyes locking eyes with the pair of dice
Dreams of paradise keep me up at night
Day the day living
Keeps a lid on
Lit spirits boxed in with paradoxes
Listening to the dissonance
When the muses and the sirens
Form a choir of desire
Unable to harmonise
These conflicting paradigms
With a vision that’s black and white
No shade when we dropping shade
See how we behave
Differs from the tongue
The same way
As the mirror from the picture
Reality gets filtered to avoid a contradiction
Still we living with the friction
Yeah
We living with the friction
Dreamt about a place
The light of day
Would never fade
Little drops of dew
Remind me how the morning tastes
Promises of what’s to come
Rest on my tongue
Inside my mind that sunshine
Seems so simple to obtain
But when i’m up here in the world
Yo i’m coming down with rain
Know what i’m saying?
Life ain’t simple and plain
And it kinda works in mysterious ways
We all tryna get a hold
But we only get old
And it’s tough to get what’s real
Beyond the one that beholds
In all this jibber jabber
I’m tryna go with my gut
That’s why we really matter
That’s why we turn into dust
We got the yin and the yang
Like the sun and the rain
And where it ends and begins
It’s the form of a ring
You cannot have one
And not have the other
They both akin
They just like brothers
Magnetized
Like that thing up on your fridge know what it is?
Neither do I but i’m just tryna find a way to live
Dreamt about a place
The light of day
Would never fade
Little drops of dew
Remind me how the morning tastes
Promises of what’s to come
Rest on my tongue