Here Comes the Night - Minus

Hear the sound of crying drifting in my brain

Elevator prozac going insane

Dislocated daybreak hangs around my neck

Pale against the canvas, get ready for a change

I feel a hole inside my body

I want to go where insects hide the silence

I wake up to see all the long faces, leaving traces of broken hopes

Life leaves shortcuts of happy trails

History is the only thing that can take care of us

I sleep on a concrete bed

Wake up to see all the long faces leaving traces of broken hopes