Richard Wright

(Wright, Moore)
I'm ill with a fever, I feel like a child
I lay in the dark 'til morning came.
It's so unoriginal
And I feel it worse at night
I know it's not terminal
But I'm near half-dead fright
And freezing cold.
But sooner than woke up
To find it all unchanged
I'll sleep through the day til the daylight ends.
Cos it's all so familiar
As it comes around again
The same taste to everything
The same unbroken chain
That still remains.
With morning I rise,
A dream that won't leave me,