Woke up this mornin' with a strange feeling of detachment.
In the morning paper at the edge of the obituary segment,
it was written black & white that I died somewhere last night.
I couldn't belive it ,what a sight, how could this be right?
I tried to call some friends of mine to hear the voice of reason,
but the phone was dead there was no line. it all felt like a prison.
all the walls are closing in, sunshine can't be seen.
This felt like a Hitchkok scene, the best, but just off-screen.
So I went down to the street, shuffling my feet,
But there wasn't anyone to greet, It took too long to hit.
That I was standing all alone, everyone was gone,
I'm feeling then that every bone weighs about a ton.
Try to think what this all mean, wearing my soul thin.
How very weird has this all been, ugly cruel and mean.
I'm beening pulled, now, it may seem by a lightened beam,
I try to understand the scheme was this just a dream?
from Perhaps Too Long
released July 31, 2016
Amit Serper - Drums, Percussion & Backing Vocals
Gur Oren - Bass Guitar
Yuval Fenichel - Guitars & Lead Vocals
Shai Yallin - Keyboard
Recorded & Mixed @ "Junk" studios by Yaniv Brenner
Mastered @ "Keoss" studios by Daniel Strossberg
Produced by: Yuval Fenichel
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