No Solace In Sleep
Ben Murray / Laura Nichol
I've been so afraid, my love,
I must confess so afraid
I've given in to this sickness of invisibility
I exist now only in a memory
I fear the simplest things like waking from a dream
because I somewhat can't find a firm grip on reality
I view myself as an old friends whom I once loved but no who is dead
And I just can't face my own grave, wilted flowers in hand, mourning something I have quite lost yet.
