You're laying down under a white lacquered sky
Mirrored dreams are relfecting the light
Ceiling fans make friends with the night
Spinning hopelessly with a cynical glare
Climax above your room and you're drenched in a cold sweat
But the look in your eyes tells me you won't suffer anymore
And it reassures me that you're alright, just for tonight
Oh, come on, come on, hold me tight-

short and sweet, i love it, reflects hopelessness well