No! Rest!
Twenty-four, seven days a week
One day I said I'd sell my soul for sleep
Woke up a thousand miles away
Looking around for where I could've put that dream
Think out of sight, out of mind
Twenty-four, seven days a week
So let them believe that I've got all the time in the world
In the bags under my eyes
Making believe horizons, inside the palms of my hands
You can call it escape
Twenty-four, seven days a week
Out of sight
Out of Mind