I've been low living like I do
And I've been tired, but when the day is through,
Half awake when I try to face the night
I would sleep but I only dream of you.
And low is the life and I know that I'm right;
Cold is the comfort it brings in the night.
Fast will I hold to these truths that I know,
Even though they never really seemed
Quite real to me; so I'll keep on lying low.
And I've been swept and brushed under the rug,
Like the dust collecting in my thoughts.
And I have tried to shake the cobwebs off,
But they grow back whenever I wake up.
And Ice is the line that grows on the wings,
Down from the sky I'm adrift in the night.
Soft is the sound as I crash to the ground,
Knowing you will never hear the news,
And you never will be told, so I'll keep on lying low.