When I was dead asleep | |
behind | |
towering walls | |
They built a world outside | |
and I | |
missed the wake-up call | |
My stony breath crawled | |
to glory heavens be | |
there was a sea of sound | |
But old silence that stole my sleep | |
When I was dead asleep | |
behind | |
Towering walls | |
They built a world outside | |
and I | |
missed the wake-up call | |
When I get cripple legs | |
Through long winding streets | |
Fill me with suffering | |
And the people | |
Would see right through me |