Woorden: Good Life (The). Other. A Dim Entrance.

Send me to bed
My head's drowning out
The thick and blurry sounds
Of horses on the highway
The days are running down
And I'm drowning out
This overwhelming sad

Send me to bed
And tamp out the lamp
In the dark the colors fade
To shades of grey and black
But the city's fireflies
Wash the bedroom with light
Like an overwhelming sad

I must be drowning out

The roar of the engines
As they escape into night
The stillness unravels
The long lost strands of our lives
They drift out the window
They drift out to sea; and I fall asleep
To an overwhelming sad