Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Under a silver cloud
Watching the street lamp blink
Swear that I’ve fallen under a spell
Talking to myself
Walking in my sleep
The way that I’m feeling now
It’s only a fever dream
I know it’ll break
But I can’t say just when
How long it’ll be
Crush it up in a ball
Leave it in someone’s trash
Somethings are just so deep in the bones
You lower your head and hope it’ll pass