I can't sleep because my bed's on fire
I can't cope for another hour, oh no
I'm tired of being tired
I can't sleep because my bed's on fire
I stay awake until the morning hour - indifferent
I'm running out of desire
To face another day in the city on my own
Although I am surrounded I carry this stone
It owns the weight of the world, but still it can't be found
Believe me I have tried
I'm sick of these words and all the consequences
They're always creeping up from behind
A tank of water floats above the fire
I try to reach it but the flames grow higher and higher
Until I'm out of desire
I can't sleep because my bed's on fire
I stay awake until the morning hour - indifferent
So tired of being tired
Well I wanna face another day in the city on my own
Although I'm in a safe place I can't remove this stone
It owns the weight of the world, but still it can't be found
Believe me I have tried
I'm sick of these words and all the consequences
Their always creeping up on me
The weight of the world, a solution can't be found
Believe me I have tried
I'm sick of these words and all the consequences
They're always creeping up from behind
Johnossi - Bed on fire
fredag 21 oktober 2011
It takes two to tangle.
Jag har sovit tre timmar i natt. Jag går omkring på små svampiga moln. Tankeverksamheten är slö. Nåväl, sömn är överskattat. Precis som det är att somna eller att vakna upp ensam.
Det är skönt att vara ensam, men inte lika roligt när man är det.
Jag tänker på henne ofta. Miss Deluxe, hon med ett grönt och ett blått öga.
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