tiredness fuels empty thoughts
i find myself disposed
brightness fills empty space
in search of inspiration
harder now with higher speed
washing in on top of me so
i look to my eskimo friend when i’m down down down
rain it wets muddy roads
i find myself exposed
tapping does but irritatein search of destination
harder now with higher speed
washing in on top of me so
i look to my eskimo friend when i’m down down down

Eskimo, Demian Rice