Ooooooooooo
Within the structure quite a staggering sum
Souvenirs, soft hand claps and dusty heirlooms
Tied to the rafters, thick strings of memories
Some are so kind and others are whimpering
I need to sleep, not to steal the night
I need love, not to twist the knife
Ooooooooo
Down a thin hallway, chock-full of mustard seeds
Strapped tight to my body the things that I don't need
Straight shot down the middle, recesses of lazy truth
Half-heartedly stroking my arms in a frozen sea
I need to sleep, not to steal the night
I need love, not to twist the knife
I need to sleep, not to steal the night
I need love, not to twist the knife
Within the structure
Blind driver
Within the structure