Jester's Funeral
Insomnia
My sense to be: Sticking to a surface below my feet. And when the day is done again I am a whitness of setting suns.
And then I hear your call inside my narrow walls, pretending doors are open.
Stay awake ââ¬â Insomnia
Face your fate ââ¬â Insomnia
Stay alive ââ¬â Insomnia
One more night ââ¬â Insomnia
My soul explodes because I know that distance is getting near. I will get away over hills so high and across the sea.
A landscape beyond my mind is waiting. I burn inside.
From Letras Mania