Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
In the hotel where performers sleep the morning away
Last evening's defeat and face a hungover day
Under thin blankets 'cause when you're on the move
You don't need to be warm
You pull another dark flood over your hidden form
A red velvet curtain drawn over the face of the deep
How will you face yourself in sleep?
How will you face yourself in sleep?
A face from central cast in for a party - costume or lace
You can see through every plot - you know how they end
Like the cattle you keep, no expression on your face
Though not even your slaughter will make the killer lose his taste
He'll smell it on the air and kiss you as you weep
How will you face yourself in sleep?
How will you face yourself in sleep?
Always said you would quit before you got fired
Now you're treading water, forgotten and tired
And the hope in your face races with the clock
Left alone to quietly drift away from the dock
With a friendly spider whose soul you mock
But who lovingly strokes the passions that you still keep
How will you face yourself in sleep?
How will you face yourself in sleep?
How Will You Face Yourself in Sleep was written by Mark Eitzel.