I have no peace in me tonight I have waged this war against all my days It wearies me as never before I fight with words Yet you have lain such a seige against me With the fire licking flames from off your tongue My gates, they will not hold I will succumb to the fire and she will burn me up from the inside As if I were made of dry kindling and oil
The thought of smoke fills my lungs I bite the back of a cigarette like it was a shell between my teeth She tastes of death and the promise of hope It is just a thought Yet it eats away at me as if it were a famine
Still there is no peace to be found Not in the palm of either of these fists Or in the dreams that will pass through my sheets tonight Oh that you would find a quiet thought that I could hold To change the way the world creeps into my mind while I sleep