Born anew every morning
Coffee in the cup
Questions with no answers
Plastic in the gut
And you'll worry yourself into mistrust
But oh givin' it all up
And oh givin' it all up
Acid tooth, by the evening
I have turned on me
And 'round it will go
Ever so slow
But oh lettin' it all go
And oh lettin' it all go
Trains of thought like tickin' clocks
And wicked dreams that I forgot
Cry out to the numbers to make it stop
And I wish that I could turn it off
I wish that I could turn it off
