Dark Days - The Sleeping

In a state of mind half-a-world away, split apart from day to day

The thought of switching grooves, a sudden swing of moods

Then somehow everything changed

Drastic differences in song, severed tunes now sung

A full-circled hymn, a body rebuilding it’s tired right from wrong

It’s always wrong

Life, I was sick of a verse, it couldn’t get much worse

I was caving in

Then my words dropped out of the sky, out of the odd summer night

I am the song

Now my darkest days are half a world away, worlds away

There were no choruses allowed

There was dust spewed from the mouth

The scent of growing old, a rushing surge of cold

A never-ending cloud

There were beautiful bridges burning thin

All of the melodies sinking in, the thought of switching skin

The need to make it out, I gotta make it out

But it’s always wrong

Life, I was sick of a verse, it couldn’t get much worse

I was caving in

Then my words dropped out of the sky, out of the odd summer night

I am the song

Now my darkest days are…

Half a world away, worlds away