whether you're aware of your limbs or of your hair you're the spitting image of you in glass you've got scratches on your arms and you sleep through car alarms who is stealing all the cars as you sleep
the knives can cut the locks we can set back all the clocks just to lose another hour away we'll live twice in every day that we keep the sleep away i'll be good and keep my mouth shut i know i can breathe but that's not enough
i feel like i'm sleeping and i can't wake up i feel like i'm sleeping and i can't wake up i feel like i'm sleeping and i can't wake up
i feel like i'm sleeping and i can't wake up i feel like i'm sleeping and i can't wake up
