Whether you're aware of your limbs,
or of your hair,
you're the spitting image of you in glass.
You've got scratches on your arms,
and you sleep through car alarms.
Who is stealing all the cars as you sleep?
Knives can cut the locks,
we can set back all the clocks
just to lose another hour awake.
We'll live twice in every day
that we keep the sleep away.
I'll be good and keep my mouth shut.
I know I can breathe,
but that's not enough.
I feel like I'm sleeping,
and I can't wake up.
