Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans. - John Lennon

Thursday, February 18, 2010

silverchair asylum

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  1. Contained in my cotton crib
    Where I feel no turbulence
    The ocean sleeps upon a shelf
    And it feeds my apathy
    But I can feel it in the night
    Like rain upon my skin
    Inside a winter
    Would you begin to splinter
    If I decide to recognise my thorns

    Cause everytime I see your face in a cloud
    I feel no violence
    So tilt the water
    Til it turns me around
    To my own asylum

    Dry in the day
    And fading away in the night

    I feel the sun before it's light
    And it fades away into the night
    I was afraid, I feared myself
    I cleared the shelf
    And killed the shame

    But I can feel it in the night
    Collect the rocks
    And throw them over borders
    To shake the muddy waters
    And clear myself
    From hiding every thorn

    Cause everytime I see your face in a cloud
    I feel no violence
    So tilt the water
    Til it turns me around
    To my own asylum
    Dry in the day
    And fading away.........

    And we grow in a garden
    Where all that we know
    You're just a fool for him.

    Cause everytime I see your face in a cloud
    I feel no violence
    So tilt the water
    Til it turns me around
    To my own asylum

    Dry in the day and fading away
    Dry in the day and fading away
    Dry in the day and fading away
    ................in the night.

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