Текст: Damien Rice. Eskimo.

Tiredness fuels empty thoughts
i find myself disposed
brightness fills empty space
in search of inspiration
harder now with higher speed
washing in on top of me so
i look to my eskimo friend when i?m down down down
rain it wets muddy roads
i find myself exposed
tapping does but irritate
in search of destination
harder now with higher speed
washing in on top of me so
i look to my eskimo friend when i?m down down down