Reaching For The Rail Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

(Wright, Moore) 

I'm ill with a fever, I feel like a child 

I lay in the dark 'til morning came. 

And it's so unoriginal 

But I feel it worse at night 

And I know it's not terminal 

But I'm near half dead with fright 

And freezing cold. 

But sooner than wake up 

To find it all unchanged 

I'll sleep through the day till the daylight ends. 

'Cos it's so familiar 

As it comes around again 

The same taste to everything 

The same unbroken chain 

That still remains. 

With morning I rise, 

In dream that won't leave me, 

You're sad, naked and pale 

And you're reaching for the rail 

You took a look inside, how could you peel away 

Or braek the shell, the hurt you've hidden so well 

For all your days. 

And you're going down 

As you slip beneath the waves, 

Won't make a sound 

Won't even leave a trace before you. 

I hear an appalling sigh from the street below 

And it's creeping fear congealed in stone 

That paves the crazy road. 

And all are succumbing and they look so hopelessly 

At the heartbreak, it's easy to deal with, 

Just take these and you'll really never feel it.