Deep in the bosom of the gentle night,
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Is where I search for the light,
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Pick up my pen and start to write,
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I struggle a fight,
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Dark forces in the clear moonlight without fear,
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Insomnia.
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I can't get no sleep.
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I used to worry,
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Thought I was going mad in a hurry,
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Getting stressed, making excess
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mess in darkness. No electricity,
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Something's all over me, greasy.
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Insomnia please release me,
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And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the heath,
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Tearing off tights with my teeth.
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But there's no release, no peace,
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I toss and turn without cease.
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Like a curse,
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I open my eyes and rise like yeast.
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At least,
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A couple of weeks since I last slept.
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Kept taking sleepers,
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But now I keep myself pepped
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Deeper still,
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The night, I write by candle light,
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I find in sight
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Fundamental movement.
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So when it's black
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This insomniac
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Take an original tack
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Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack.
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I gets no sleep.
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I can't get no sleep.
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Insomnia (Video Edit)
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