draw the shades    while i masquerade down where grey holds all the meaning   recently it's been hard    five o'clock and it's dark   no i won't admit that there's so much tension and no one is willing to mention it   i think for once i've finally got nothing to say   these things happen everyday   when kings wake up face down there's no one around   and certainly not much to see on the palace ceiling    the breeze still sleeps    the trees still weep    as i toss and turn through these linen sheets   im sinking because im still thinking    and im screaming for someone to need me   but the best bet is to just let the wind take care of my breathing