Manic Street Preachers "Sleepflower" |
Morning always seems too stale to justify Lament blossoms, hours, minutes of our minds Broken thoughts run through your empty mind At least a beaten dog knows how to lie I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a, a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety Endless hours in bed, no peace, in this mind No one knows the hell where innocence dies Fragments crawling like cobwebs on stone Blows away the safety only a sleeping pill knows I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a, a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a, a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |