More Than You Know - Peter Adams

Forget to write and I will call you up at night

And let it ring.

The morning sun, it never bothered anyone

But you might find it wise to close the blinds.

The more I sleep the less I like to use my feet

They drag me down

So after lunch why don’t you come around and see

Why I can’t eat at all

Why I can’t even breathe.

More than you know.

How many bridges are we supposed to cross

Before we meet the boss?

The great escape always seems to want to wait

Oh merry go round and round and round and round.

Tommorow the sorrow will be forgotten although

I will remember how I fell upon the floor