Dragging Soul

(альбом: Sleep Therapy: An Acoustic Performance - 2019)

I feel content enough to
Pace back and forth, around, in any room
To stagger my feet from moving forward towards anywhere at all
Delaying the truth
Dragging my days across the floor

I've lost that, which defines me and I can't be found
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you're not around
The future's left behind me, now I can't back down
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you're not around

We've grown contemptuous, it's true
Running down the fleeting hours form separate rooms
Sitting with myself inside a coffee shop, the seventh day this week
But I'll be home soon
Dragging both my feet in through the door

I've lost that, which defines me and I can't be found
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you're not around
The future's left behind me, now I can't back down
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you're not around

I feel content enough to
Counting down, the ticking clock
The talking stops, the silence doesn't ceases

I've lost that, which defines me and I can't be found
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you're not around
The future's left behind me, now I can't back down
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you're not around
The future's left behind me, now I can't back down
You shutter at the thought of who I am when you're not around