No Bed of Broken Glass

From here the earth is glowing
 Embers of crimson and gold
 Like veins, the stream of lights
 on highways ebb and flow in the cold
 I'll be home soon
 Same destination again
 For now I'm losing sleep
 On floors against the cold
 I dream, I dream I never do
 All I have to show is fleeting
 Instead of falling up
 I'm falling down
 My senses are torrential
 From distances in the sky
 The roar of jets is faint
 The smell before it rains gets me by
 I'll be home soon
 Same destination again
 For now I'm losing sleep
 On floors against the cold
 (I'm falling down)
 I'm sorry that I'm not shorry
 All I wanted was a window with a view
 So send your letters marked return to sender
 I'm not afraid of life I only fear the end
 But I want say, no, I won't say I'm sorry
 I'm not sorry, I'm not