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