Within Tolerance - Slowblow

It’s not the meaning, it’s a question of sound

You write them down in a little book

You tear out the pages when the whole night is through

Withdrawn, tangle, cupboard, strangle

I like your name, it sounds like berries

These are all the little pills that make you sleep

But sometimes sleep can be close to death

You wake up again in a white room

And something tells you everything is good

Withdrawn, tangle, cupboard, strangle

I like your name, it sounds like berries