Unbearable Why

I'm doing time. I'm guilty.

Rise in the morning. Oh sleepy.

The clouds in the sky, unknown and untied.

A reason for reasons you die.

The eye of the storm beware beware and still there's a thrill in the air.

Unbearable why

While I'm dong time I'm guilty, for now.

Rise in the morning oh sleepy, dream on.

The clouds in the sky, alone and untied,

A reason for reasons you die.

The eye of the storm. Beware beware!

And still there's a thrill in the air.

Unbearable why

While I'm undoing time therefore now I'm not guilty.

Sun rise up in the morning what a dream oh so sleepy.

Lying in letters to someone I don't know.

Like an old song in the waiting for something from the past

so long from now.