SLEEP

Hear your heartbeat, beat a frantic pace, and it´s not even seven A.M.

You´re feeling the rush of anguish settling, you cannot help showing them in.

Hurry up then or you´ll fall behind and they will take control of you.

And you need to heal the hurt behind your eyes, fickle words crowding your mind.

So, sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in like waves of sweet fire, you´re safe within.

Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in and carry you over to a new morning.

Try as you might, you try to give it up, seems to be holding on fast.

It´s hand in your hand; a shadow over you, a beggar for soul in your face.

Still it don´t matter, if you won´t listen, if you won´t let them follow you.

You just need to heal, make good all your lies, move on and don´t look behind.

Day after day, fickle visions, messing with your head, fickle, vicious, sleeping in your bed, messing with your head, fickle visions, fickle, vicious.