A Life Made Of Wood by Not a Number Lyrics

It has been raining today
And the emptiness filled with water for some time
My insides are now a courtyard
In which pavement resounds the echo of an unloved past

A room with dimly light, a tiny bulb of blue light
Is the only thing that allows me to see you face
Creeper, creeper, you're still growing
Creeper, creeper, you're still showing up
In my dreams at night, you termite

This tempest made us look for cover
But deep down in conversation I finally drowned myself
An addictive storm of memories
Has finally come to take me away

A room with dimly light, a tiny bulb of blue light
Is thе only thing that allows me to see you face
Creeper, creepеr, you're still growing
Creeper, creeper, you're still showing up
In my dreams at night, you termite
The noises keep me awake at night
Like people knocking on my door
I used to suffer from narcolepsy
And today I find no rest from you