Текст песни Where do The Nights Of Sleep Go To When They do Not Come To Me?

And there's a memory in your heart And it's a terrifying thing It remembers all the people All the people you've betrayed And the people that you failed Because you were not brave enough Or you panicked and you ran Or you were not brave enough And there's a poem about a creature in the desert Who's squatting naked on the ground and eating something And the poet adventurer who finds him Asks him what it is that he's eating And what it tastes like And the creature looks at him and says: 'it's my heart, and it tastes bitter, But i like it, Because it tastes bitter And because it's my heart' And it's funny how it breaks And it's funny how it breaks And i am never brave enough And it's funny how it breaks And it's funny how your heart can be breaking For a hundred thousand years or more Without ever actually breaking at all Or it can break in a moment so small That they don't even have a name for it yet Sometimes they call it a heartbeat, but it's much quicker than that Sometimes they call it a heartbeat, but it's much quicker than that And it's funny how it breaks And it's funny how it breaks And i am never brave enough And it's funny how it breaks Where do the nights of sleep go to When they do not come to me?