كلمات Sometimes

Sometimes When I wake at night I feel that nothing on earth could ever heard me Sometimes When I'm on my mind I feel that nothing I say could ever deserve me I'm stood on the tab of my own tongue I'm caught in the space between the concept and the execution I'm stuck in the back of my own fruit I'm lost in the void between the instinct and the institution It's more than vocabulary Takes more than a dictionary Sometimes When I wake at night I feel that nothing on earth could ever heard me Sometimes When I'm on my mind I feel that nothing I say could ever deserve me I'm stood on the tab of my own tongue I'm caught in the space between the concept and the execution I'm stuck in the back of my own fruit I'm lost in the void between the instinct and the institution It's more than vocabulary Takes more than a dictionary Sometimes When I wake at night I feel that nothing on earth could ever heard me Sometimes When I'm on my mind I feel that nothing I say could ever deserve me Sometimes When I wake at night I feel that nothing on earth could ever heard me Sometimes When I'm on my mind I feel that nothing I say could ever deserve me