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Zopiclone, Mirtazapine.
My waking dream, my reverie in blue.
Like a massive dose of benzadrine.
Just shaking, I can never dream with you.
After some broken sleep I'm laid awake.
I'm choked, on thoughts of all the days that's done.
Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil on my left side.
Says the morning I can't hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.
It's the early hours I lay alone.
My empty face lit by my mobile phone.
I can not rest, can't concentrate.
The wastelands in my mind, let a weary moan.
Like a dead beat ghostman of the night.
I wander around, unfeeling and alone.
Oh, I'm haunted by the ghosts in the night.
And the angel on my right side.
Creates a moribund eventide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
And I'm so cold.
These wasted hours I can only share.
With the pillow flowing with your golden hair.
These wasted nights that do not care.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.
The drugs don't work im still awake,
Not ready for another day. I'm through.
Oh, lay me down before I shake.
A nervous twitch, a reverie of you.
Like a boxed up jack, I must escape.
From this silence, though, I crave it just like you.
Oh, I'm ridden by the witches till the dawn.
And my soul is frayed and torn.
My eyes are red and wired.
Oh, lord, I'm just so tired,
What can I...
...Wasted words I can only share,
with the power flowing through your golden hair.
These wasted years I got nowhere.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.
Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil of my left side.
Says the morning cannot hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.
Sitting in the clover, red rover, red rover.
The ghost of the night is asleep in the clover.
Bring me up a champion and fetch your sister over.
We can sleep here with the ghosts of the night.
Bring me forth some water and pockets of mumbles.
We can hold court with the king of the night.
- Genre
- Alternative Rock