David Cook

give me one more quiet night
`fore this loud morning gets it right and does me in.
does this story have an ending?
`cause i’m needing to escape to kill the blinding lights of day
to try again, close my eyes and start descending
i, i can't seem to find a way back inside
every last thought of love we made
that still keeps me awake
still keeps me from everything we had
that i'm trying to get back,
trying to get back
we keep floating towards the floor,
stuck in this pattern evermore of sink or swim
but the oxygen is proving
more than words could ever say to put these memories away
so this is it, these rapid eyes will keep on moving
these rapid eyes will keep on moving
'cause i, i can't seem to find a way back in time,