It was a thing of every day,
When i woke up at night,
She came to me,
She came hard.

If i'm ever down,
and if i was ever broken,
I always had the words,
though the word were rotten.

"Get it all out"
that's what they say...
but it's the times
there was nothing in,
The times
I lost my way.

And people think you're ok,
and if you don't talk then your fine,
Wouldn't they be worried,
if the bells stops to chime?

And i'm lost,
Strolling on,
and i can't find the words,
the words are away,
People think your fine,
When you got nothing to say.

Waking up early morning,
Battling 'till night,
and the paper's still empty,
after the fight.

And i miss the days i couldn't sleep,
i miss waking up at night,
when i was in big trouble,
she came to me right,

and if i'm not broken,
If i'm not down,
I never have the words,
my muse left,
she's gone.