A rooster with a razor
Cuts a hole across the sky
As light tumbles down from that all seeing eye
And I prop myself back up with the friends that I keep
All I want from you is to try to get some sleep
And the traffic’s like a symphony at three am
Building its crescendo as the working day begins
But I just don’t think I can wait
For the light of a new day to break
I try to close my eyes while the anxious feeling dies
Can you save me
From desire
Oh the sky’s on fire [x4].
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