Seven Hours - Douglas Dare

Seven hours on my back

Just to keep from your attack

Waiting for the night to end, and,

waiting for this final scent

to come alive

It’s getting heavy

getting late

suspended in this dreamers state

where the ceiling holds on to me

and your face won’t let me

slip away

slip away

slip away

Hoping that my neck will bow

eyelids drop somehow

I counted all that is to count

now my numbers, they’re are running out

slip away

slip away

slip away

away

Seven hours on my back

seven hours on my back

seven hours on my back

seven hours slip away

seven hours on my back

seven hours slip away, hours

seven hours on my back

seven hours slip

away hours

slip away

hours

slip away