SANGTEKSTER
Gently my eyelids close
I’d rather be good than clever
I’d rather have all facts wrong
Than no reply whatever
I learned before I could speak
With those “being patient eyes”
When God created my kind
But he forgot to tell me why
So gently my eyelids close
All alone, at home I sit
I’m very tired of it
Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad
I lost the thread I thought I had
Led by hearts and ears
Memory lagging behind
No shame being a fool
I got many things on my mind
Pick up the phone on first ring
I never get out anymore
There’s nowhere to go, but back
And there’s quicksand outside my door
So gently my eyelids close
All alone, at home I sit
I’m very tired of it
Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad
I lost the thread I thought I had…
I lost it, I lost it, yeah
Is that a shadow or a hole in the floor?
And what’s that noise outside my door?
Home alone, on my own…
All alone, at home I sit
I’m very tired of it
Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad
I lost the thread I thought I had
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