cannot hear what you're saying
could I tell you so
and I can't leave my troubles
and I'm going home

lie and sleep
under deep
you know

while the cold winter waiting
while it's turning cold
and these things we were searching
now we just don't know

lie and sleep
under deep
I think you know

for the rhymes of an hour
now I'm going home
and I can't believe I'm nothing
'cause I'm coming down

lie and sleep
under deep
do you know?