I can't sleep in this house,
there's a soft tapping sound creeping up from downstairs.
pale light underneath my door.
Those sleepless thoughts I can't ignore,
a flashing clock at the side of my bed,
the silent alarm ringing in my head,
a piercing light shines trough my curtain as my head starts to spin.
I can't sleep.

These images remind me of the days I didn't win so I lie here,
restless, as the suns starts to rise but it's still raining inside my head.
Another day to [bad word] up, another sinking feeling inside my chest.
The tears roll from my eyes, soaking the sheets beneath me. It's all so out of focus.
These dreams will be my end. It's all so out of focus.
Something's lost inside, this is the end.