sadness is a quiet boat drifting.
i am on it, in a basket, golden fleece wrapped around.
when my mostly companion has gone
i am then curdling in some timeless day
i have no need of sleep when the heart is broken
i have no need of sleep when the heart is broken
i have no need of sleep when the heart is broken
i have no need for a heart when i have yet awoken
i have no need for a heart when i have not yet woken
i have no need for a heart when i have not yet spoken
spoken in my sleep
spoken in my sleep
awoken in my sleep
is a heart that drifts, a sad boat parched.
