Echoes Of The Lonely - Scott Matthews
Last night i woke
Nothing familiar only feelings that i was alone
In a room in the dark
What if the dreamer dies
Tomorrow's sky will abandon every piercing light
And hang like smoke in a closed room
The tube light in the street flickers away
I pocket every flash and place it somewhere safe
As i drown in my sleep
The hotel room echoes of the lonely
As i wane under stiff cold sheets
The party thrives from the copious amounts of binging eyes
Unlike mine that are trying to find you
It's 4 am and the dirty room's stained
The door closes as the creek of the hinge
Spills me out of my bed ache
So i go wandering
Downstairs smells of damp cigarettes
And all that's dispensed is a thought from the vending machine
Telling me i need to bar the obscene from the remainder of my dream
The drunks that slur the street trickle away
As they pocket one night stands in a dim lit place
As i drown in my sleep
The hotel room echoes of the lonely
As i wane under stiff cold sheets
The party dies and the copious amounts of sadness hide in my eyes
Until the alarm wakes me
Wakes me
But i can never sleep
编辑于2021/04/22更新