Where is, our eyes?
Not even seven hours of sleep
Could dull the sleeplessness beneath
Eyelids opening and hands
twitching underneath the sheets
And as we shuffle through the street
Our bodies yellow with the heat
We had to marvel at the dance
of detached movement from our feet
Where is your brother, Judah?
Where is your
king?
And show me a light that doesnt go out
When the people tire of tending it.
When they go to sleep content.
Show me gold that we can wear
On the inside of our wrists.
So it cant be taken while we sleep.
Detach movement, Detach movement, Our feet.
Not even seven hours of sleep,
Could tell the sleeplessness we leave.
Eyelids opening and hands,
Twitching underneath our sheets.
And as we shuffle through the street,
Our bodies yellow with fatigue.
We have to marble at the dance.
Detach movement from our feet.
Detach movement, Detach movement, Our feet.