Having – Cardboard – letras

Caught between these quiet dreams but who is to blameEveryday the things we say just seem the sameFrom its last light to its first early ringI let go of everythingA clear vision from the topOf eleven days that made time stopThe night gets bigger outside it rainsBut there’s a flood going on inside my brainI need to write this down and then throw it awayWait for tomorrow and forget today