The echoes of your name
I don't need you, you have only caused me grief
I flew past the numb lib nuns who never tell
I don't need you, you've only caused me grief
I rose from my moat like a ghost from a grave
I haven't slept in centuries
All of my rebellions fall in to the falling fate
Put me on a page in a book of beginnings
I haven't slept in centuries
I haven't slept in centuries
Lay me with the wretches in the arms of my queen
Forgive me if I fall asleep
I don't need you, you have only caused me grief
I will not fall, nor will my wings ever melt
Five pairs of pages of my disbelief
Forgive me if I fall asleep
Beyond the ruins of my ancestry
I haven't slept in centuries
Forgive me if I fall asleep
I was running through the canyons
You were laughing at me like the sun laughs at the flames
I haven't slept in centuries
Sunken in the salty eyes of the wandering into space
So long sweet misery
I would surround your room with a sinner mans grace
I was heading though the mists across the Golden Gate
More colorful than Easter Sunday
Daylight lives like a burden for me
So I escape the sins strewn about the streets
Forgive me if I fall asleep
I would paint your portrait over everything mundane
I don't need you, you've only caused me grief
Forgive me if I fall asleep
My mind is spinning but I haven't much to say
Springtime came again and it caressed and fell
If I could, I would wash all these wounds away
So long my misery
Let me scroll through old volumes of age and teachings
Let me revel all of these forgotten feelings
So long my misery
Put me on a boat and lead my inhibitions at bay
No, I haven't slept in centuries
So long sweet misery
The secrets of the sailors and their seven years spell