Something

(альбом: Comfort - 1992)

I don't feel alone
I can't seem afraid
I wanted to think
But I'll sleep it away
Some thing I forgot
Somewhere to sit down
Some stuff to do up
Some crap that I found

We're the credulous ones
On a dead machine
Blowing thoughts into bags with no shame

Too loud in my ears
To fill up my mind
Too black to ignite
Two words I won't find
What blank did I draw
What kind of a day
Which one had to go
Whatever you say

We're the credulous ones
On a dead machine
Blowing thoughts into bags with no shame

Don't try and read this
It means nothing
I can't say this
If you hear it