At Day's Close - Iselia

And that night I layed awake

with thoughts running through my head.

As I tossed and turned the hours fled.

The cold morning sun is drawing near.

The wind whispering and house settling is all I hear.

Thinking about my future.

Thinking about my past.

(Thinking, Thinking, Thinking)

About the things that haunt me.

This isn’t the first time my overactive mind has kept me up

and it won’t be the last.

This isn’t the first time

and it won’t be the last.