I'm so tired It feels like my head has been fried You don't have to ask for the night Hanging under my eyes
All I need Is a blanket to cover my feet And a touchdown lit up and wide Enough for me to descend upon
Undisturbed The evening is undisturbed Free from words Of those who necessarily Had to honk horns At the freeway ghost. Who has
No place left But the vacuum of everyones thrift And the sounds of an anxious world Who'll never make it on time Time
In this home There is solitude by telephones Of fifteen different take away menues I slabber on
Undisturbed The evenings are undisturbed Free from words of those who Necessarily had to speak up When the lights were off and all \'notrihgtnow\' signs called the sounds To stop