these feet of clay
they won’t move if you call in the middle of the night
these eyelids of plumb
they won’t open as long as you are in sight
you knock on my head
but I can’t open my ears to invite your voice in
the silence will last
I’m tired of all I’m tired of
lay down sweetness
rest now my love
these feet of clay
they would burst when I try to follow your trace
these fingers of sand
they would decay as soon as they reach your face
you knock on my head
“don’t you hear the voice that is ringing in your ears?”
The silence will last
I’m tired of all I’m tired of
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