The Eighth Day

when i whisper in your ear, hoping that you're hearing me. 
talking to you in my sleep, working out the problem i can't
 see. running out, thinking out from you, running out of 
things to do. watching the time fly by, wondering the 
reason. when i'm falling down. when I'm coming round. what 
you say means nothing any more. so when you leave, just 
don't forget to shut the door. don't turn around there's 
nothing left to see.
i'm down on all fours trying to find some air to breathe.