There's pens and paper on the table,
unfinished sentences.
I'm never going to get them finished,
there's nothing to say.
Eyes closed, mind blank,
I lost everything that was real.
Even that calender is dragging one week behind.
refrain:
Sandman, drown me with the sleep,
don't ever wake me up.
Let me sink to the bottom,
to the Mariana Trench.
I write an empty paper,
and explain to you what I mean.
That I can't finish my sentences,
because there's so much to say.
refrain
And when I look at you, I notice,
that you're there only if I close my eyes.
Could you be there even for a little while.
refrain2:
You should let me sink to the bottom.
You should let me sink to the bottom.
Let me sink to the bottom.
refrain
refrain2