(dal vecchio blog) #3

Am I likely to succeed with the way things are?

Judging by your smile

You are holding something back

I’m sleepless around midnight

There’s a change in the wind

The remembrance of things you used to hold back

I come around each time your notes are high

To tear you down and drag you up

To let you know what’s going on while I

Sleep on needles

You’ll believe you’re hard

Sleep on needles

And hear only the truth

(Sleep on Needles, Sondre Lerche)