__Disorientation // Lyrics // Demo // Broken;;

Entresol

the small room turning in the half night
is drowned in the motion of the traffic outside
slipping into the endless canyons of infinity
the minds eye measures the risks of the night
through the porthole in the wall
watch the white fall from nowhere in the sky
and wonder why it happens this way
again and again and again and again

hey mister can you turn it down
I'm not in the mood tonight
most of these guys have been sitting here all their lives
they are deaf to the sights
you know its not me to be right
just confused by the empty arms
that hold me and hold me and hold me

again and again and again and again

and every night
and every night

give me the chance and let me prove it to you
maybe you can own a little of my life too
and I am my own partner in crime
doing just fine
I'm doing what I can
you know they'll probably say I was a happy man
was I a happy man

small room still in the new light
is carrying the comforts of a lost carnal resurrection
I am drawing a map to oblivion
and when I get there I will send for you
and I, and I will give you directions
through the porthole in the wall
watch the white fall from nowhere in the sky
and wonder why it happens this way
again and again and again and again

again and again, again and again, again and again
tell me again why it happens this way