pull the blinds
all the black dreams i've had
well they don't mean much nowwhen i rise at noon
i'm missing someone i don't know
and i don't want to be aloneand this house is now a grave
i've been sleeping here for days
i'm too hidden to awake
so i disappear alwayscall someone up
just having a dream
we can talk about anything, i don't caregetting out of the house
for an hour or two
but it's missing something i can't explain
and this house is now a grave
i've been sleeping here for days
i'm too hidden to awake
so i disappear always