You have written cataclysmic sonnets without the use of words
From  three quid to a dollar
Your spells they know not rest
You have promised me the world
If I would only let go

The dreams have stopped and started again
As red lights in a quiet town
Blinking over asphalt black
Your spells have weaved a world of silence
Over a memory of flourescent pain
New Horizons of filthy lonliness
A Wavecrest full of quiet weeks
Are moments of peace
In a life of chaotic embers
Falling from wind-blown cigarettes
One pill makes the heart grow fonder
Two makes it all a waking dream
Three makes you wonder why your still living
Four makes you a zombie queen
The dreams come back although you promise
That the nights would be quiet beneath the buzzing streetlights
Nights are not quiet beneath the buzzing streetlights