Sleeping At Last Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well
That Cuban girl that brought me low
She had that skin so fine, red lips rose-like now
Her mouth was wide and sweet as well
And now relentless hours dreaming up her smell
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat is to bat it down, beat it
Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it
Oh all the days that I have run
I sought to lose that cloud that's blacking out the sun
My train will come, some one day soon
And when it comes I'll ride it bound from night to noon
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
Aimless days, uncool ways of decathecting
Painless phase, blacked out thoughts, you'll be rejecting
Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat is to bat it down, beat it
Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it
And the only way to beat is to bat it down, beat it
Lonely and the only way to beat it
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to
