Asylum

Contained in my cotton crib Where I feel no turbulence The ocean sleeps upon a shelf And it feeds my apathy But I can feel it in the night Like rain upon my skin Inside a winter Would you begin to splinter If I decide to recognise my thorns Cause everytime I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence So tilt the water Til it turns me around To my own asylum Dry in the day And fading away in the night I feel the sun before it's light And it fades away into the night I was afraid, I feared myself I cleared the shelf And killed the shame But I can feel it in the night Collect the rocks And throw them over borders To shake the muddy waters And clear myself From hiding every thorn Cause everytime I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence So tilt the water Til it turns me around To my own asylum Dry in the day And fading away......... And we grow in a garden Where all that we know You're just a fool for him. Cause everytime I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence So tilt the water Til it turns me around To my own asylum Dry in the day and fading away Dry in the day and fading away Dry in the day and fading away ................in the night.