Seven Hours

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