When you're walking in the street

Spoiling for a fight,

Hoping for a miracle

And theres no miracle in sight

Registerin zero

Cos you're bombed out on the blues,

You feel like some bad story

In yesterdays news.



It make you wanna make lay face down

On the grass so brown,

Where the sun beats down

On the bakin ground.

To find sweet release

In endless sleep.

Endless sleep.







When you're hanging by a thread,

Clutchin at a straw,

Ain't got nothing left

And the world keeps shoutin more, more.

You haven't got an earthly

Cos your heart bust up inside.

Nobody you can turn to this time

No place you can hide.



Makes you want to lay face down

On the grass so brown

Where the sun beats down

On the bakin ground.

To find sweet release

In endless sleep.

Endless sleep.

Endless sleep.