Woorden: Silverchair. Asylum.

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 'til 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 feared 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 'til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day and fading away in the night

And we grow in 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 'til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day and fading away