On Grass, On Grass کے بول

I'm sitting on the edge Of every word you've said My mind will wander on The excuse is growing long So while I think and recover My heart still grows fonder I've fallen into this sleep That keeps me down on my luck So I can hardly wake myself I can never awake myself I can never account for anything I need a good excuse To replay the scenes inside my head But I'm so fucking sick of it I'm tired of trying to sleep While all that I can see is your Ghostly complexion, your lack of intellection You're the scabs on my knees You're just a fucking disease But you're all that I can think about But you're all that I can think about You're all I can think about I've fallen into this sleep That keeps me down on my luck So I can hardly wake myself I can never awake myself I can never account for anything