Silverchair

Contained in my cotton crib
Where I feel no turbulence
The ocean sleeps upon a shelf
And it feeds my apathy
But I can feel it in the night
Like rain upon my skin
Inside a winter
Would you begin to splinter
If I decide to recognise my thorns
Cause everytime I see your face in a cloud
I feel no violence
So tilt the water
Til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day
And fading away in the night
I feel the sun before it's light
And it fades away into the night
I was afraid, I feared myself
I cleared the shelf
And killed the shame
But I can feel it in the night
Collect the rocks
And throw them over borders