They're Closed and you're Sleeping
Look into the peephole of my soul and you’ll see that
Its practically gone. Look into the ocean
And you will see the waves and the ripples.
It may not be much
Its practically gone. Look into the ocean
And you will see a sea of faces
It may not be much
But its more than nothing at all
And you will see a sea of faces
Swimming looking for their souls
But its more than nothing at all
Because nothing at all is what caused this
Swimming looking for their souls
They travel around the world
Because nothing at all is what caused this
And this isn’t worth it
They travel around the world
Looking for what they lost
And it isn’t worth it
Look into the peephole of my soul and you’ll see that.
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