Contained in my cotton crib

Where I feel no turbulence

The ocean sleeps upon a shelf and it feeds my apathy

But i can feel it in the night

Like rain upon my skin inside a winter

But you began to splinter

If I decide to recognise my thorns



'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence

So tilt the water 'til it turns me around

To my own asylum

Dry in the day, and fading away in the night



I feel the sun before it's light

And it fades away into the night

I was afraid, I feed myself

I cleared the shelf and killed the shame

But I can feel it in the night

Collect the rocks and throw them over borders

To shake the muddy waters

And clear myself from hiding every thorn



'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence

So tilt the water 'til it turns me around

To my own asylum

Dry in the day, and fading away



And we grow, before we go over the windows

You're just a fool for him



'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence

So tilt the water 'til it turns me around

To my own asylum

Dry in the day, and fading away

Dry in the day, and fading away

Dry in the day, and fading away in the night