Put pencil to the page and the lead breaks
I see signs of coming age
Shaky hand and coffee cup, sleepless nightsThese are products of disenchanted life
So I put some music on
And await the coming dawn
Rest forehead on my hand
Feel heart beat in this chest
And these thoughts spin ′round inside my head
All the darkness turns to red
So I put some music on
And await the coming dawn
And the record skips again
Or is it all inside my head
There are feelings that I cannot define
So I pour another glass of wine
Drink sweet till break of dawn
When black of night is gone
And I put some music on
And await the coming dawn
And the record skips again
Or is it all inside my head
And my eyes are burning now
So I turn the lantern down
And sleep come visit me now
Sleep come visit me now
And sleep come visit me now
Sleep come visit me...