Toys

I will sit and count the bars on my window
and start a faith from the hole that’s in my wall.
I’ve been treading water like a champion,
I hear my neighbours but I don’t know their names…
I’m running on empty,
I’m running on nothing at all,
running on empty,
I’m giving up…
I slept for twelve hours today
tomorrow I wont sleep,
I dream by day and choke myself at night.
The man in black says he’s taking me down to Bell Street,
'cos I’ve been acting funny in the town…
I’m running on empty,
I’m running on nothing at all,
running on empty,
I’m giving up…
I’ll stagger through this town,
a saviour is all I want.
Bad poets will turn into clowns,
what’s freedom when there’s no one around…