Medias
Asylum
Contained in my cotton crib
Where I feel no turbulence
The ocean sleeps
upon a shelf
And it feeds my apathy
But I can feel it in the night
Like
rain upon my skin
Inside a winter
Would you begin to splinter
If I
decide to recognise my thorns
Cause everytime I see your face in a
cloud
I feel no violence
So tilt the water
Til it turns me around
To
my own asylum
Dry in the day
And fading away in the night
I
feel the sun before it's light
And it fades away into the night
I was
afraid, I feared myself
I cleared the shelf
And killed the
shame
But I can feel it in the night
Collect the rocks
And throw
them over borders
To shake the muddy waters
And clear myself
From
hiding every thorn
Cause everytime I see your face in a cloud
I feel
no violence
So tilt the water
Til it turns me around
To my own
asylum
Dry in the day
And fading away.........
And we grow in a
garden
Where all that we know
You're just a fool for him.
Cause
everytime I see your face in a cloud
I feel no violence
So tilt the
water
Til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day and
fading away
Dry in the day and fading away
Dry in the day and fading
away
................in the night.