The clock strikes eleven
And as I put out the light
This’ll never feel right
‘Cause as I lie twisted in my bed
There’s gap to my right
Cold turkey for the night
You know I do feel quite silly
In my position of unrest
Lying there in silent protest
But I’m not the martyr of love
Who was nailed to his bed
Am I a fool with wires loose in his head?
Cause it seems so ridiculous to lose my mind
When I lose you to the night
A constant reminder of my debt to the light
So put me into a cell
Lock me in with my kind
You’ll see our love isn’t blind
As I twist inside my sheets
A giant pendulum swings
To the dance of different routines
And like a cancerous waltz
It’s taking over my brain
And it succeeds at it’s relentless campaign
So as long as you breath
I’ll have my rest cut out
Unless your lying right inside my bed
Though I never signed over my sleeping rights
It’s a lawless joy
Not a flawless ploy
It’s cold turkey for the night
As morning comes
And my fears have ceased
Concealed by a blanket of peace
My rational comes about
To gain the upper hand
A soldier reclaiming the land
Still there’s no amount of insight
No cure for relapse
To keep me from persistent collapse
But as a man madly in love
Only one view will stay
It’s worth it day after day
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020