Seas too far to reach

There are seas too far to reach, there are two different homes, different beds you sleep and you take a plane and float from a room to a room like a ghost. And you know that was your home because you left there a dream to remember, the experience which is not necessary for anybody, the breath printed on the pages of the books you had read ...that room is not mine but i´s just like I left it before with the book of Matisse on the table, but I return to another room where I see the wax drops from the candles like if  I  were stayed in the flat, unreal city with the waves upon the sea to hard to reach....

  

 music: Okkervil River "baaaaaad days"