REACHING FOR THE RAIL
I'm ill with a fever, I feel like a child
I lay in the dark till morning came
And it's so unoriginal, and I feel it worse at night
I know, no, it's not terminal
But I'm near half-dead with fright and freezing cold
But sooner than wake up to find it all unchanged
I'll sleep through the day till the daylight ends
'Cause it's all so familiar as it comes around again
The same taste to everything
The same unbroken chain still remains
With morning I rise
And a dream that won't leave me
You're sad, naked and pale
And you're reaching for the rail
(You took a look inside, how could you peel away?
Or break the shell, the hurt you've hidden so well for all your days
And you're going down as you slip beneath the waves
Won't make a sound
Won't even leave a trace before you)
I hear an appalling sigh from the street below
And it's creeping fear congealed in stone that paves the crazy road
And all are succumbing, and they look so hopelessly
At the heartbreak, it's easy to deal with
Just take these and you'll really never feel it
