i wait here for months and yearn
for sleep and peace of mind but none
i'm bound to strains i can not see
the tides don't rush to shore, i'm lost
come sleep cover me with dust and in-
security and burn whatever trust she had
in me
take my broken hand, i can't feel a thing
i need your help to untie, to unfold
and with you i grow
burn my flesh, i need the stench
to feel the wrongs i do, do to you
and with you i grow
i wait here for months and yearn
for sleep and peace of mind but none.