No Bed of Broken Glass

From here the earth is glowing

Embers of crimson and gold

Like veins, the stream of lights

On highways ebb and flow in the cold

I'll be home soon

Same destination again

For now i'm losing sleep

On floors against the cold

I dream, i dream i never do

All i have to show is fleeting

Instead of falling up

I'm falling down

My senses are torrential

From distances in the sky

The roar of jets is faint

The smell before it rains gets me by

I'll be home soon

Same destination again

For now i'm losing sleep

On floors against the cold

(i'm falling down)

I'm sorry that i'm not shorry

All i wanted was a window with a view

So send your letters marked return to sender

I'm not afraid of life i only fear the end

But i want say, no, i won't say i'm sorry

I'm not sorry, i'm not