Temple Of The Dog

When the spoon is hot
And the needles sharp
And you drift away
I can hear you say
That the world in black
Is upon your back
And your body shakes
So you ditch away
And you close the shades
Dont try to do it
Dont try to kill your time
You might do it
Then you cant change your mind
Youve got a hold on to your time
Till your break through these