damien rice
eskimo
Eskimo 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 I look to my Eskimo friend I look to my Eskimo friend When I'm down, down, down. Rain it wets muddy roads I find myself exposed Tapping doors, but irritate In search of destination Harder now with higher speed Washing in on top of me So I look to my Eskimo friend I look to my Eskimo friend I look to my Eskimo friend When I'm down, down, down. When I'm down, down, down. When I'm down, down, down.