I live in a box made of steel
Smoke rings made of dust
Encircling my finger
And he comes to say goodbye everytime
Can distance erode rock
Like mine
And it feels like I'm alone at last
Bruises in the sky
And cotton candy clouds drive past
I just wanna go to sleep
Three years on the track I rode
Through the mountain pass
To the Northern bay and back
Like whispers that are lost in gale
My love did finally die
My love did finally fail
Oh and I just wanna go to sleep
If I could jump into the lake I would, I would
Trampling taraxacum and rye
If I could jump into the lake I would, I would
Trampling taraxacum and rye
And clearing dusty motes
Out of bleary eyes
And I just wanna go to sleep