Toss, Turn.
Roll over,
Roll back.
Tonight, we sleep;
Lying on something as concrete as feathers and sheets,
Drenched in a sensation as abstract as emotions,
Endlessly pondering on memories which we thought had dissolved.
Toss, Turn.
Roll over,
Roll back.
Tonight, we sleep;
Lying on something as concrete as feathers and sheets,
Drenched in a sensation as abstract as emotions,
Endlessly pondering on memories which we thought had dissolved.