Seven in the morning I'm dying in my head
A sleepless night once again, so many questions never asked
The whisky makes me dazed but it helps me to escape
And my guitar shows up different ways
Still I wait for the day
Then I will hold on fast
To what's left at last
And everything will be as it should
Then I will hold on fast
To what's left at last
I did what I could
And this constant fear I just can't see clear
It's like an anchor to my feet
You say you understand
But I know you can't and you never will
I'm drawing pictures with words
But they don't seem to work
What I see scares me and it don't make sense to me
Somehow I keep falling
In uncertain depths
The future shines behind me
Throws my shadow on distress
The sea is deep when we are sleeping
But only a puddle if we are awake
Sometimes an unsolved question
Is better than an answer you can't take

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