Lay on the tracks

Words go to sleep.
You're flying around my head until I'm mad,
I cannot keep.
Your words, they simply slide away.

This is too late, I cannot write a word.
Pain is in my head.

This is a love song about nothing.
Because there's nothing in my head.
Another love song, made for nothing.
So can i close my eyes instead?

This is too late, I cannot write a word.
Pain's in my head, keeps telling me to go,
Go back to sleep, I cannot face the world.
Go back to sleep...