Текст песни The Department of Public Tranquillity - Rodney Cromwell

Why can't I sleep
My thoughts are lost somewhere
And when I fall
It's like musical chairs
And when I dream
I'm dreaming of you
That's not quite a lie
But not strictly true

Spiders and shadows
Spiders and shadows

This dusty room
Of cobwebs and clutter
Old perfume smell
On the pillow cover

Spiders and shadows
Spiders and shadows

Haunt like a phantom
Your dark art
It keeps me from sleeping
It quickens my heart
Haunt like a phantom
Your dark art
It keeps me from sleeping
It quickens my heart