The Sleeping Fan

run motor

run the motor

run spinning rotation

the spinning rotation

and finding the rhythms

the motion

the aspirin

you could wake me up with silence and i could lose all control

cause i said that i can't

that i'd stay and i'd never change

i had the rock but i lost it it's broken

and i spent everything i had

and i gave everything i could to you

and i left myself with nothing but a burning mess

i'm broken on the inside so turn the crack-down on me

i can't sleep alone

(it's all right)

it just don't feel right anymore

(i'll get by)

it's myself that i've lost track of now

(if i have to i'll fight)

it's inside so turn the crack-down

grind my teeth say a prayer breathe as deep as i can

cause i need air i can't dissolve control

where does this fit in with anything and what's changing

don't figure the outcome there's no sure pinpointing

i know that i'm not in defense of admitting defeat

i feel that there's nowhere to go and that's the problem

are you friend or foe