Unquiet (Yang Pati)

The sun says that this is for my good Only till I am back inside Licking wounds until I can see through This shadeless heart And clouds in shape of you I am the unquiet Minutes are hours I cry hard To make you tired Asleep I might be talking other world Take you there when you will understand How on earth She's meant to be my drug? Without you She wouldn't be herself I am the unquiet Minutes are hours I cry hard To make you tired