Where do The Nights Of Sleep Go To When They do Not Come To Me? – Ballboy – letras

And there’s a memory in your heartAnd it’s a terrifying thingIt remembers all the peopleAll the people you’ve betrayedAnd the people that you failedBecause you were not brave enoughOr you panicked and you ranOr you were not brave enoughAnd there’s a poem about a creature in the desertWho’s squatting naked on the ground and eating somethingAnd the poet adventurer who finds himAsks him what it is that he’s eatingAnd what it tastes likeAnd the creature looks at him and says:’it’s my heart, and it tastes bitter,But i like it,Because it tastes bitterAnd because it’s my heart’And it’s funny how it breaksAnd it’s funny how it breaksAnd i am never brave enoughAnd it’s funny how it breaksAnd it’s funny how your heart can be breakingFor a hundred thousand years or moreWithout ever actually breaking at allOr it can break in a moment so smallThat they don’t even have a name for it yetSometimes they call it a heartbeat, but it’s much quicker than thatSometimes they call it a heartbeat, but it’s much quicker than thatAnd it’s funny how it breaksAnd it’s funny how it breaksAnd i am never brave enoughAnd it’s funny how it breaksWhere do the nights of sleep go toWhen they do not come to me?