I lie awake conjuring the words I did not say. If everyday is exactly the same and I feel I'm going down. I look to the grass that always seems to grow right in the crack between the road so I seal them up before I go away. Where all things disappear under clouds and wings of steel. Can't go all I got living underground. Try to conquer the feeling of being surrounded yet I am all alone and missing a foreign sun and the warmth of it on my back.