I guess I'm not insane
It's just something in the air
That makes my heart rate low
As I'm laying on this bed it's taking place
But I know it's all in my head
All the pretty things you find
Are melting in a flow of sand
Again
And I'd rather stay awake for all this time
Until the morning light
Blue stains on the wall are bending shape
Sweet scent of the night is calling out my name
But no one is around to make me stay
When swallows are flying above
All the pretty things you find
Are melting in a flow of sand
Again
Now I'd rather stay awake for all this time
'said I'd rather stay awake
Now it's calling out my name
And I'd better run away