Damien Rice – 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.