I sleep with my eyes open,
Wishing to sleep when I’m dead.
And from all the truths that are spoken,
I choose my bed instead.
Throughout the rocky mountains,
Swimming this river of blood,
I stop and drink from all the fountains
And eat the mold, the fungi and the mud.
Norii sunt vata de zahar
Cu gust de soare
Si aroma de ciocolata.
Speranta nu moare
Decat cateodata.
Viata e doar un bazar.
Doar bezna si suflet,
Farama de zambet
Uscata si-nceata
Se trece cu apa.
I’m knocking and knocking at your door.
You’re just too drunk
And you’re passed out on the floor.
I left my sins outside,
I hope you keep the score,
And I have nothing left to hide.
You know my guilts and all of my goods,
You have the key and you prepared my room.
Please, Mr. Saint Peter, don’t send me back into the woods.
Luke was real,
He knew the deal,
He lived as a doctor,
He died as a martyr.
Luke and his friends
Wrote gospels.
The big ox with wings
Knew about holy things.
Luke, he was real,
He really knew the deal.
As the words rush out,
As time forgets to put on its pout,
As the roots dig deeper in the ground,
I am left here without sound.
As you know me inside out,
As the world turns without doubt,
As the future holds the dice,
I am left to eat my slice.
One week old and one week only,
How did I get so lonely?
Time is one,
No time to hide!
I am left on the inside.
Time is low,
And time is slow.
I am left with moldy dough.
One time old and one time only,
How did you get so lonely?
She craves real stories. Nothing you can give her is close to reality, so she craves real stories.