Lyrics: Rowena Wise
Music: Rowena Wise
I’m thinking ‘bout the end again
Familiar flames are licking at my fingers
Begging to become my friend
Little beastie leave me alone
It’s all good to fool around
Until you fall asleep with a cigarette
On the couch in my dressing gown
The bulbs around the mirror blown
I don’t feel at home in this world anymore
(I don’t feel at home in this world anymore
I don’t feel at home in this world anymore)
I no longer fear the dark
And the silence from where everything emerges
Every planet every rock
Everybody I’ve ever loved
I don’t know where the years have passed
But now I’m dangling my feet into the water
Playing with a blade of grass
Looking at the clouds above