Layla - Black Mud

A mind as clear as a cloudless sky
No room for rust, no room for settled dust
A waning wild thrown to bygone days
No room for rust, no room for settled dust

I'm growing black mud up around my veins
And I'm going backwards, shutting out the name
But it's spiralling, spiralling into something bigger
Is there something bigger?

Wide awake, but I am sleeping
No room for rust, no room for settled dust
I'm lying naked, drunk and dreaming
No room for rust, no room for settled dust

Would it all work at all?