מילים לשיר Generally More Worried Than Married – In The Woods

What is addiction with absence of drug
What is grey without the presence of white
Days remain hollow with absence of night When I fell into my absence and knew
Not what to do
I made a can of coffee Cigarette or two This is like a
Hunger A last supper to materialize the
Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet She lives in the attic
My room and the comets Of chaos and dreams I'm awaiting the crack of dawn Of morning Footsteps can comfort and cure It takes quite a while to get things
In perspective A bleak, coloured tile
Upon the wall But how would I gain from this knowledge
When I know not where to go.