I built a nightmare on a whale, scheduled for evenings till three,
I guess I did it to avoid your face, form coming round on nights like these.
I laid on a carpet for a month, nobody could hurt me that way, glancing at pictures on the wall,
I tried to fight back the tears in vain, and the whale was a fish to the moon,
the moon was the light of your hate.
And your hate was tray to your gloom, your gloom was the sigh of the whale.
Through all the years I spent on your trace, seeking the rumor of the wind in your hair,
I became a poison of distilled grace, a legend to be revealed through pain.
Though I do know I won't bear your lost, I've got my nightmares to ease my sleep,
the whale is my shelter, my midnight w****, the only feeling I would like to keep.
And the whale was a fish to the moon, the moon was the light of your hate.
And your hate was tray to your gloom, your gloom was the sigh of the whale.
I guess I did it to avoid your face, form coming round on nights like these.
I laid on a carpet for a month, nobody could hurt me that way, glancing at pictures on the wall,
I tried to fight back the tears in vain, and the whale was a fish to the moon,
the moon was the light of your hate.
And your hate was tray to your gloom, your gloom was the sigh of the whale.
Through all the years I spent on your trace, seeking the rumor of the wind in your hair,
I became a poison of distilled grace, a legend to be revealed through pain.
Though I do know I won't bear your lost, I've got my nightmares to ease my sleep,
the whale is my shelter, my midnight w****, the only feeling I would like to keep.
And the whale was a fish to the moon, the moon was the light of your hate.
And your hate was tray to your gloom, your gloom was the sigh of the whale.