Comfort
As the sunless sky gently nods a goodbye I am set.
I am so ti-ired but I don't want to sleep just yet.
It doesn't give me comfort.
It doesn't give me comfort any more.
Give me one more sip, another chance to forget the end.
I am slow as clay but I hold on and still pretend.
Stare at the candle playing.
Another taste of morphene for the pain,
while I can.
Paintings in the window at my primary school.
(solo)
As the sunless sky gently nods a goodbye I am set.
I am so ti-ired but I don't want to sleep just yet.
It doesn't give me comfort.
It doesn't give me comfort any more.
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