the leaky tap it mocks my plight

its dripping never ceases

and in the sweat sink of the night

its mockery increases

 

it tap tap taps upon my brain

my rest it does encumber

like lying ‘neath the pouring rain

it wont turn off

it wont give in

am i never to slumber

 

the leaky tap it will not stop

pitter patter pitter patter

i lie in bed and curse its leak

each drip a breath

each turn a drop

my madness reached its peak

 

the leaky tap it mocks my plight

and now i find myself at night

in coolest breeze and cruel twilight

upon the ledge and taking flight

and flying free as summer kite

but as i may and as i might

i cannot make it watertight

 

and now i lay under the ground

my soul floats in the sky

but what is that? that fucking sound

forever dripping. why?