Peter Adams More Than You Know
Forget to write and I will call you up at night
And let it ring
The morning sun, it never bothered anyone
But you might find it wise to close the blinds
The more I sleep the less I like to use my feet
They drag me down
So after lunch why don't you come around and see
Why I can't eat at all
Why I can't even breathe
More than you know
How many bridges are we supposed to cross
Before we meet the boss?
The great escape always seems to want to wait
Oh merry go round and round and round and round
Tommorow the sorrow will be forgotten although
I will remember how I fell upon the floor
