Eskimo — Damien Rice

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.