Prism کے بول

Something isn’t working I’ve woken up the dark It’s pulling at my covers But I won’t turn on the light In a cold and empty box Getting battered by the rain Viciously unkind And I lie here all the same Drugged in half a daylight I fumble through the drawers To dress the musky morning I take it on all fours Through the mist of perfumed showers Find prisms nonetheless I dive into the colours I’ll soon forget the rest