I close my eyes in vain
My blood is rushing
Like a river
I know you feel the same
Cheeks are blushing
You, the giver
Give me peace of mind
This arid insomnia
My dry eyes are searching for more
This barren insignia
Dead to me like the bones in the morgue
I really want to hear you
My ears are gilded
Rusted over
I want to be near you
Can you rebuild it
You, the rower
Lead me to the shore
This arid insomnia
My dry eyes are searching for more
This barren insignia
Dead to me like the bones in the morgue
And this is not the way I came
This is not the way I came
This arid insomnia
My dry eyes are searching for more
This barren insignia
Dead to me like the bones in the morgue
Dead to me like the words that I've stored
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