As I'm laying in bed
the world weighs me down
into a deep sleep.
I spend my days walking
on water, so my steps
never tread too deep.
My grave may be shallow,
but my soul sinks
deeper than six feet.
I'm still waiting for your call,
it's been three years
and six weeks.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
As I'm laying in bed
the world weighs me down
into a deep sleep.
I spend my days walking
on water, so my steps
never tread too deep.
My grave may be shallow,
but my soul sinks
deeper than six feet.
I'm still waiting for your call,
it's been three years
and six weeks.
© 2015 Sebastian Glyn
