Dream of the pretty places that youre meant to you see in this life
Oh I just wanna close my eyes
And hold them tight
Bat away all those weary demons keeping me up with their troubled fights
But my body it feels restless in the wake and the whale of the time that I try to find the why and who and the only lonely care in that line of mine that keeps on marching to the beat of the pulse that kicks in and sways away from those shackles, those troubled shackles of another lonely day...