All the tiredness that you've held in waiting,
in abeyance,
now comes rushing in.
Floods the bloodstream, burrows in the brainstem,
grinds down bone-deep,
the exhaustion's stored from way back when.
All the tiredness you've postponed forever,
buried treasure,
the price you pay for simply keeping your hand in.
Hold the darkness back for a moment.
Hold the darkness back for just as long as you can.
So, suddenly very slow,
suddenly can't outrun the undertow.
No, suddenly I don't know
anything but this sense of letting go.
Low, down to the ground I go,
beaten down by the years of body blows.
Though I made it through the shows
something got left behind, a debt I owe....
All the tiredness
held in store
saved up from before
my old friend
mounts up in the end
wears you down in the end
mounts up in the end.