I keep the fan running all
Night
So i cannot hear the ghosts
Shuffling around the room
Or whispering
In my ear.
I pull my feet tucked up close to me
When they tug at the sheets;
Fetal position.
I haven’t slept sound since
I was three.
I keep the fan running all
Night
So i cannot hear the ghosts
Shuffling around the room
Or whispering
In my ear.
I pull my feet tucked up close to me
When they tug at the sheets;
Fetal position.
I haven’t slept sound since
I was three.
That little magical thread.
He gives a little tug and she cannot resist.
Into the deep they plunge,
Colliding over and over.
Moments pass you by.
Let them tug at your heart;
Unravel
And revel in the depths of
Love and life.