The needle has been skipping off the record. Because I've walked wavered tracks into the carpet. That left my stomach circling with sunrises worth of words to spill. But I'm stuck coughing up cobwebs and all I want to do is sleep. The gulls call the moonlight awake. My eyes keep drifting to the edge of where. These palms can't drown and these feet can't shake any more. The city lights have rolled off my back and into the sea. And I lost your eyes somewhere between the black. But I can still feel your voice hum behind each wall. Trying to seep itself out between the paint. This is where love came and went and I'm not the same any more. There's no hope left. This wounded man has left his bandages behind. How far does one man have to fall before he loses everything? Loses himself just to see the light. Because I've laid myself upon many road maps to find the moment when it faded out. When did it all fade? When did you just go? In the end we just flickered out like the street lights of better times. Summer has never felt so cold. All I want is sleep.