Why can't I sleep, am I getting it wrong?
Stuck between the sheets, it can't have been that long.
Staring at the ceiling, counting off days,
Smoke a few seconds past and start it all again.
Perhaps if I was face down, my hands on my ears
Why, then I could resign myself, lie comatose for years.
We all need comfort to cope with outside
But it's been three weeks now and this bed still feels too wide
And every which way I turn,
Gives me more concern,
I just want to rant and rave all night...
It's all too quiet tonight, too dark out here,
What am I doing outside at this time of year?
I can do anything, plenty of silence to break,
But no-one would notice man, no-one here's awake
And every which way I turn,
Gives me more concern,
I just want to rant and rave all night...
But tomorrow's a new day,
I won't see it anyway,
I'll be passed out cold at five.
And I feel trapped behind the glass,
Days become mere hours to pass
People don't know I'm alive, tonight...
