Sleepwalker

In the graveyard of my disappearing memories, a foggy wind blows

And it whispers stories to the tomb stones, lined up in rows

That slowly fade away into the night, into the day

An unforgiving, cruel decay

As the ticking of the clock begins to slow, I fall into a dream

One where I am buried deep beneath the snow, and I find it hard to breathe

I'm running out of air, suffocation setting in

Pray for a dose of oxygen

Sleepwalker

Travel miles and miles away, as the colors turn to gray you're just a