Pen’s ink helps me think
Takes away the doubt which finds me here
Alone in bed, alone in my head

As summer sees and nature breaths
Outside my door I hear it’s roar
Sleep [bad word] and I feel numb
From old pains left this cold 

I call it from under me 
I call it from above
I know where it lies –
In the layers of your love

Hours will pass till the [bad word] Solitary games as sun that homes 
I am fading in an out of your embrace
Back in and slip as [bad word] to your face 

Pen’s [bad word] through my vains
Mixing with all the blood they contain
Slipping through my finger tips
Thoughts which can’t pass through my lips

I call it from under me 
I call it from above
I know where it lies –
In the layers of your love