i can't see
            your eyes or trees
            i can't think
            i can't sink
            i don't know where to move
            hold me please
            i can't feel my knees
            i just wanna go to sleep
            i wanna be a sheep
            locked into the grooves
            
            i burn for a parallel form
            in turn the sand scorns
            i finally found my way to your mouth
            my tiny feathered fingers will sprout
            into our home
            and through tower and dome
            
            am i really so awful and sick
            that i should beat my head with a brick
            i want to just give you my all
            and let your clouded hands catch my fall
            but i'm too weak
            to move my screen