In the middle of the bed
Lies a man and he says
He’s afraid of going to sleep
As if the thoughts he could have,
when sinking away in a bed,
where no one else lays
Could rise up with the beast in the head,
with all the tears that didn’t shed,
because he’s a searcher for cause
A cane to walk towards the fire
Virgin mary please guide him
He has nothing left to fear
For in hell he's been already
Could rise up with the beast in the head,
with all the tears that didn’t shed,
because he’s a searcher for cause
Deep, deep, deep away,
he doesn’t want to rise up the mind—
fear for the sight there
He was once a lucky one
With a love to balance out his hurt
But man got jealous and so it turns
The love into a burden
Deep, deep, deep away,
he doesn’t want to rise up the mind—
fear for the sight there
Sleep won’t come today,
sleep didn’t come the day before
Nostalgia eats away at
the life that he has left