Swimming Through Molasses - Tsunami Bomb

There’s a light inside my head

Flickering but almost dead

My will to be awake

Covered in two tons of sand

More weighed down than when I began

Impossible to get up now, it’s too late

And I feel like moving on

And I feel like getting on with life

To feel the presence of the sun on my face

Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape

My room is an empty cave

Darkness swallows up the day

The shades are always drawn

Skin as pale as dirty soap

Eyes that do nothing but close

Can’t even see that my love of life is gone

And I feel like moving on

And I feel like getting on with life

To feel the presence of the sun on my face

Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape

Oh, outside my bed it’s cold

Each day I’m swimming through molasses

How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes?

Each day I’m swimming through molasses

Oh, outside my bed it’s cold

Each day I’m swimming through molasses

How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes?

Each day I’m swimming through molasses

Covered in two tons of sand

More weighed down than when I began

Impossible to get up now, it’s too late

And I feel like moving on

And I feel like getting on with life

To feel the presence of the sun on my face

Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape

Oh, outside my bed it’s cold

Each day I’m swimming through molasses

How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes?

Each day I’m swimming through molasses