And I hear I hear the falling skies Then she sleeps within me And all her dreams they fill my eyes
I feel nothing Am I happy? Am I bleeding from inside? No will, but I can feel you Hollow but sincere
Novocaine The numb enthusing feign Then she breathes my words out And all my thoughts they then subside
I feel nothing Am I happy? Am I bleeding from inside? No will, but I can feel you Hollow but sincere
All my dreams Are swims upstream and helpless themes Dull colour schemes Shield my eyes From silver dyes and butterflies That fill the skies Light her sheen with gasoline Then shoot the scene For silver screens Groups of crows wonít let me go I think they know Apart we grow
And I hear I hear the falling skies Then she sleeps within me And all her dreams they fill my eyes
I feel something Am I crazy? Am I bleeding from inside? No will, but I feel something. There's something