Owen
Everyone's Asleep in the House but Me
Everyone's asleep in the house but meThey've long since caved in to the promise of dreamsEveryone's asleepSuspending realityI'm trying to walk a straight line but it's so hard with these crossed eyes...Everyone's asleep while I wrestle with the heatThis aging sweat silhouette knows that the deviant in me wants to go outI've a thirst for skirts and hell to raiseWon't someone sing into my mouth?I'll do the sameBut I'm killing time in a ghost townDim lights and dull soundsThis is what it's like to be dead and leave behind little more than a stain in the carpet
From Letras Mania