Joshua Edwards - Late Morning lyrics

In a vending machine I see my reflection alongside the sun's, and I watch these two impervious flowers of being merge, transpose, and dehisce, faces ghosted together on parallel planes of gla**, laughing over the foaming ocean. To imagine the self as the sun or its warmth is pleasurable, but something else is needed to purge the urban smell from the dank library of late morning. Walking along the seawall, I feel waves and wind beating against the island's rocks and shoulders, I see citizens filled with sorrow that expands as water orchestrates their slow effacement. Just as I arrive home, two salesmen accost me. They want to sell me my preternatural face. They tell me that although time is running out, I can still find happiness, romance, and eternity. I reply that I believe in an impersonal life, I'm hermetic, and my blood is on fire.