Cotton Evening

Well I can't fight the feeling;
The sinking of the ceiling.
The pressure of the walls all closing in
And my heart beating so hard it's gonna burst out through the skin.

And for a moment
I am back out there surrounded by snakes
But you can keep me safe.

Well I can't find my feet in
The cotton of the evening.
The patterns of the past all coming back.
And I can't seem to seperate
The fiction from the fact.

And for a moment
I can see only the sharpest of shapes
But you can keep me safe.