Comfort

As the sunless sky gently nods a goodbye I am set.
I am so ti-ired but I don't want to sleep just yet.
It doesn't give me comfort.
It doesn't give me comfort any more.

Give me one more sip, another chance to forget the end.
I am slow as clay but I hold on and still pretend.
Stare at the candle playing.
Another taste of morphene for the pain,
while I can.

Paintings in the window at my primary school.

(solo)

As the sunless sky gently nods a goodbye I am set.
I am so ti-ired but I don't want to sleep just yet.
It doesn't give me comfort.
It doesn't give me comfort any more.