歌词
(My head)
(My head down)
(My head till morning)
(I lay my head
Down)
I lay my head
I lay my head down
My head down
Till morning come
I lay my head
I lay my head down
My head down
Till morning come
I've never known a sun that hangs so high
We writhe to a drum that never goes awry
The shores are tidy
The sea is quiet
Where do my mess and I abide?
The crowd is smiling
The air is bright
Where do despair and sorrow hide
In these walls?
In these walls
Clever is the child who knows what's out of bounds
But tender are the eyes that trace your ins and outs
Is this our ceiling
And our doors closed?
The air is thick, the lights are low
And still I'm feeling
Like I'm exposed
The house will hear, the house will know
In these walls that hold my body
Where bloom the blue and unruly?
In these halls and all their stories
Is there room for me?
Where can I make a bed
Where I'm always enough
Where I lay down my head
And I love who I love?
Can I sound my own voice
If I scream will you hear?
Can I hold my own joys
Without doubt and without fear?
Can I be me and we be yours
And still be your utopia
Can we rebel and still be held
By this house that you call ours
Can we be wrong and still belong
To this home you built for us?
Is there room for all of us
In these walls?
(I lay my head)
(I lay my head down)
(My head down)
(Till morning come)
(I lay my head)
(I lay my head down)
(My head down)
(Till morning come)
In these walls
(I lay my head)
(I lay my head down)
(My head down)
(Till morning come)
In these walls
(I lay my head)
(I lay my head down)
(My head down)
(Till morning come)
In these walls
In these walls
In these walls?
(My head down)
(My head till morning)