The Hotel

Sweet dreams I’m a living example of the dark line floating between the horizons
Horizontal twisting everyone is missing now
On my milk carton I am my milk carton
I’m searching for the demon I’m searching for the answer of what I wasn’t seeing
And now on the horizon I’m twisting on the ground beyond my dreams lying
Beyond my dreams lying

Sweet dreams I’m a living example of the dark line floating between the horizons
Horizontal twisting everyone is missing now
On my milk carton I am my milk carton
I’m searching for the demon I’m searching for the answer of what I wasn’t seeing
And now on the horizon I’m twisting on the ground beyond my dreams dying
Beyond my dreams dying