Forty Winks

The Receiver
Seems there's no space for a place I can call my own I'm alone Let out signals But no one's pickin' up I can't control that sound that feedback all around I'm away The bottom's so deep I can't see the top of the Hill Can't really see anything of withered flowers slowly fadin' out in the sun I come undone it's hard to make a sound I'm buried underground I'm away and still no pain seems there's no space seems the pace has stopped I cave in Am I giving in? (Grazie a faustone per questo testo) From Letras Mania