Now I’m hunched over a typewriter
I guess you call that painting in a cave
And there’s a word I can’t remember
And a feeling I cannot escape
And now my ashtrays overflowing
I’m still staring at a clean white page
Oh and mornings at my window
She is sending me to bed again

mas vc nao vai pra cama
vc vai ler um livro no chao e acaba dormindo

Well I dream of dark on the horizon
I dream a desert where the dead lay down
I dreamed a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crowd
I dreamt a ship was sinking there was people screaming all around
And I awoke to my alarm clock it was a pop song it was playing loud

ae vc acorda e nao sabe direito onde ta
nem q horas sao
e pensa “ahn ok”

So I must find my fears and face them!
or I will cower like a dog.
NO
I’ll kick and scream or kneel and plead
I’LL FIGHT LIKE HELL
..to hide that I’m giving up!