Greenman gents room

And we were together again
On both sides of the table
Waiting for our Sunday lunch
The distance was just
One hand and something

But we are far far now

(Cause I am pissing in
Greenman gents room.
You did the same
couple of minutes ago
Not in the same room though
As a result, Oh,
It seems that I am
Writing a report)

You are drowning in your dreams
And me in my being
So the distance between me and you
Is as far as pissing and dreaming

But when you are not with me
The shitty smell of not-being
(Piff, The smell of next
toilet is awful)
Destroys my dreams
That's why we are both
Being, Waiting and
Dreaming