Days trip like fog over rusted
Fences engulfed in flames
Suffocated by electric bunnies
Over seas of desert nomads
Too much a stir will ring chaos
And the crowds will swell to numbers
Like the stars my head is heavy
Crossed through ragged paths of gypsies
On the seventh floor
I have no braincells left
I feel like shit today
I feel so tired, dizzy
But I'm saved by dreams of Charlotte