Woorden: Hot Water Music. Finding The Rhythms. Recliner.

i wait and sleep for something better to come up tomorrow i wait alone for the calling of my fate if it wakes me up (it's what breaks me--turns my face to red) when it comes to me tomorrow if it passes me ( so i scream out--run hide away) i'll sleep another day i'll wait alone he's got easy days he rocks his chair i'm at home so who'll run away