Asylum

Contained in my cotton cribWhere I feel no turbulenceThe ocean sleeps upon a shelfAnd it feeds my apathyBut I can feel it in the nightLike rain upon my skinInside a winterWould you begin to splinterIf I decide to recognise my thornsCause everytime I see your face in a cloudI feel no violenceSo tilt the waterTil it turns me aroundTo my own asylumDry in the dayAnd fading away in the nightI feel the sun before it's lightAnd it fades away into the nightI was afraid, I feared myselfI cleared the shelfAnd killed the shameBut I can feel it in the nightCollect the rocksAnd throw them over bordersTo shake the muddy watersAnd clear myselfFrom hiding every thornCause everytime I see your face in a cloudI feel no violenceSo tilt the waterTil it turns me aroundTo my own asylumDry in the dayAnd fading away.........And we grow in a gardenWhere all that we knowYou're just a fool for him.Cause everytime I see your face in a cloudI feel no violenceSo tilt the waterTil it turns me aroundTo my own asylumDry in the day and fading awayDry in the day and fading awayDry in the day and fading away................in the night.