Oh I feel so tired. I cannot hardly keep open my eyes. My thoughts are scattered and I cannot say a word. And I can? t seem to remember anything. I've learned.
Am I sleeping with my eyes white. Am I alone. Am I staring into bright lights. Have I gone home. I must be dreaming when I'm sitting here. With someone else's clothes.
A million miles an hour. We swallowed dotted lines tonight. We ingest the pavement. Ignored the passing lines. . And the streets they call our names. They call our names.
Words and music by George Biondo. . Please don't talk no more. . It's just that I'm half asleep. . And not a sudden case of nasty manner. You've been here all night.
Good to heart is sleep at night. Hushing all your life. Nice to have you near to me. Good to feel your sighs. . But one of these days. You're sure to be gone.
Hi it's, me i'm bored again, all is well i'm not insane. I've been drunk for seven days, everything is fine. I made some friends, broke the ice, then i ate some bread and cheese.
It seems I spend my days now wrapped in veils of sleep.. Caught in slumber's grasp,. nowhere that I should be.. I grew so goddamned tired of fighting against these chains..