theres a light inside my head,

flickering but almost dead,

my will to be awake.

covered in 2 tones of sand

more weight than when i began

impossible to get up now its too late

and i feel like moving on

and i feel like getting on with life

to feel the presence of the sun, on my face

is what i need to smack the cob webs in to shape



my room is an empty cave, darkness swallows up the day,

the shades are always drawn

skin as pale as dirty soap

im looking like a ghost

cant even see that my love of life is gone



and i feel like moving on

and i feel like gettin on with life

to feel the presence of the sun on my face

is what i need to smack the cobwebs into place



oh while outside my bed is cole, each day im swimming thru molasses

how can i wipe the saw dust from my eyes

each day im swimming thru molasses