It's getting late,
I can't sleep,
I'm hearing beer bottles,
Rattle in the street,
So I sit waiting,
Watching my life float by,
Waiting for the sun to come up and shine,
Right into my window it shines,
And as the plain flys over my head,
Sometimes I wish I would be dead,
In eternal sleep,
Were I no I wont be woken,
Even if the worms were to clime over me,
Because I'd be in eternal sleep,
I wouldnt mind thee.
