Sleep - Xerxes

It was a headache that woke me up

A motor running in the garage

The knife left in the median

Where west met east and I walked between

The lights left off in my room

And the empty bottle clanking home

And nobody knows the rush of touching her hand and the sweat

Slow and deliberate

It was the rhythm of choice

The lights and the noise

Cold cheeks by dawn

Press play and wait for day

The same repeating song

And it won’t sound the same

I’m already gone

I’d leave the pages open were there anything to read

I’d walk the line for longer but don’t know where it leads

The engine laid its blanket over me

But it was your voice that put me to sleep