At the age of sixteen I grew out of hope I regarded the cosmos Through a circle of rope
So I threw out my plans Ran on to the wheel And emptied my head Of all childish ideals
The sleep of no feeling The sleep of no being The sleep of no dreaming
Married the first girl Who wasn't a man And smiled as the spiders Ran all over my hands
The sleep of no feeling The sleep of no being The sleep of no dreaming
Made a good living By dying it's true As the world in my TV Leaked onto my shoes
The sleep of no feeling The sleep of no being The sleep of no dreamingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
