Contained in my cotton crib Where I feel no turbulence The ocean sleeps upon a shelf And it feeds my apathy
But I can feel it in the night Like rain upon my skin Inside a winter Would you begin to splinter If I decide to recognize my thorns
Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence So tilt the water Till it turns me around To my own asylum
Dry in the day And fading away in the night
I feel the sun before it's light And it fades away into the night I was afraid; I'd feed myself I cleared the shelf And killed the shame
But I can feel it in the night Collect the rocks And throw them over borders To shake the muddy waters And clear myself From hiding every thorn
Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence So tilt the water Till it turns me around To my own asylum Dry in the day And fading away.........
And we grow in a garden From a garden where all that we know You're just a fool for him.
Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence So tilt the water Till it turns me around To my own asylum
Dry in the day and fading away Dry in the day and fading away Dry in the day and fading away ................in the night.