tiredness fuels empty thoughts
i find myself disposed
brightness fills empty space
in search of inspiration
harder now with higher speed
washing in on top of me
so i look to my eskimo friend
i look to my eskimo friend
i look to my eskimo friend
when i'm down, down, down.
rain it wets muddy roads
i find myself exposed
tapping doors, but irritate
in search of destination
harder now with higher speed
washing in on top of me
so i look to my eskimo friend
i look to my eskimo friend
i look to my eskimo friend
when i'm down, down, down.
when i'm down, down, down.
when i'm down, down, down. |