Orielles (The)
Rapid I
Pick the feathers out my pillow
At night I find it hard to let go
As the shadows spin
At night the streets are wide and well lit
But I'm compressed in it
Sleep is my weakness
Can't reach NREM
When I'm at my deepest
Dream I'm waking up again
The neons have room to breathe
(Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe)
Whilst the opposite happens to me
(Me, me, me, me)
Walls are closing in
Thoughts, they flicker like a fused lamp
(Lamp, lamp, lamp)
Embarrassed laughter distracts my mind
(Mind, mind, mind)
No control within
Sleep is my weakness
Can't reach NREM
When I'm at my deepest
Dream I'm waking up again
From Letras Mania