Reaching for the Rail (Wright Rick)

Reaching For The Rail I'm ill with a fever, I feel like a child I lay in the dark 'til morning came It's so unoriginal And I feel it worse at nigth I know it's not terminal But I'm near half-dead with fright And freezing cold But sooner than wake up To find it all unchanged I'll sleep through the day til the daylight ends 'Cos it's all so familiar As it comes around again The same taste to everything The same unbroken chain That still remains With morning I rise, A dream that won't leave me, You're sad, naked and pale And you're reaching for the rail You took a look inside, how could you peel away Or break the shell, the hurt you've hidden so well For all your days And you're going down As you slip beneath the waves Won't make a sound Won't even leave a trace before you I hear an appaling sigh from the street below And it's creeping fear congealed in stone That paves the crazy road And all are succumbing and they look so hopelessly At the heartbreak, it's easy to deal with Just take these and you'll really never feel it