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 begin to splinter

If I decide to recognize my thorns

Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence
So tilt the water till 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'd feed 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 every time 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, from a garden where all that we know
You're Just fool for him, for him, for him....

Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence
So tilt the water till 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

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