Unquiet

The sun says that this is for my goodOnly till I am back insideLicking wounds until I can see throughThis shadeless heartAnd clouds in shape of youI am the unquietMinutes are hoursI cry hardTo make you tiredAsleep I might be talking other worldTake you there when you will understandHow on earthShe's meant to be my drug?Without youShe wouldn't be herselfI am the unquietMinutes are hoursI cry hardTo make you tired