Lyrics
I can’t sleep. I keep falling through the cracks in the floor. I keep staring at the holes in the wall. The ceiling that might not be there. A prayer for the silhouettes to stay and keep a nervous company. The air is drenched, I can almost swim. To love only what’s dead and to kill whatever’s real. Heartbeat, you’re scaring me. Yet … I will still laugh with chewed-off lips. Laugh at the monsters in this room. Cradle my poor dead body as the room floats. The end will begin with everyone drowning themselves in a river of their own tears. There’s a field of bodies in this room. They’re all dancing. They all dance as I can only shake and shiver. I want to get out, they don’t want me here. I love this room. Not what’s in it. It’s filled with all … all of the things I have ever needed, just not what needs me. It’s filled with my head … my thoughts. No one can find this room. No one will ever find me. Not with the lights out.
Music & Lyrics © Mark Griffin
