Teksty: King Ly Chee. Everlasting.

I just want to rest my weary head
From this bombardment.
How can you just shut your feelings off
And pretend we'd never met?

When you asked me how I pushed myself away,
I sat silent and held it all in.

I just want to rest my weary head
From this bombardment.
Now look at me.

Now I'm sitting here the next morning.
Thoughts of last night are playing and rewinding.
Over and over.
Every time they play it gets worse and worse.

Now I'm sitting here.
Thoughts of last night are playing.
Over and over.
Every time they play it gets worse and worse.