sábado, janeiro 19, 2008

Sleep

the enemy is after me again
afraid of the sea and what's down there
i need to sleep
it's been a whole week

cos tears keep falling into my pool
bright lights driving right into me cold

i need to sleep
it's been a whole week

cos tears keep falling into my pool
bright lights driving right into me cold

my bones keep breaking
tearing me away from the quiet
the silence of my soul
of my soul from the quiet