2 a.m. and the birds still sing
A song through the window and he listens
The trills cascade between the shadows
A bleeding audience torn by every note
He strains for some distant resolve
Drowning in the cushions he replies
"Goodnight, I'm going to sleep."
"To sleep... "
A pink sky projects upon the sea
Leaving no trace of what lies beneath
His view towers above while he weeps
Another day, another night
He still sees himself standing alone
Too afraid to wake up
He's still standing alone
He strains for some distant resolve
Drowning in the cushions he replies
"Goodnight, I'm going to sleep."
"To sleep..."
"To sleep..."