Somewhere I must have fallen into this pillow
Snakes comes between the curtains
In warm blankets I recall
Somehow my mates must find in this sand
Face is not feeling right
Somehow it must be melting down

She brings me wine - I can taste it
Out of sight - home is where the heart is
This don’t feel right - tasteless
It’s getting dark - I’m out of sight
This ticking clock is out of time