In the bedroom a bad wind rolls
And the restless in their sheets
From the cover's movements I notice, that you don't find
A source of sleep you either
My thoughts are a herd of flies
Inside the head and around the room,
And I can't find a swatter, that I could smash them with
And put out their buzzing
Help,
I can't turn off the light of the brains
Help,
I can't turn off the light of the eyes
We're too many in this bed of ours,
I don't think I'll fit in
Repossessors, words left unsaid,
All the wrong choices
And it's no wonder that sleep debt is being accumulated
When I pay everything with it
Looks of enthusiasm,
Journeys of depression,
We scratch the night from our backs
Help,
I can't turn off the light of the brains
Help,
I can't turn off the light of the eyes
Help,
I can't turn off the light of the brains
Help,
I can't turn off the light of the brains
Help,
I can't turn off the light of the eyes
Help
Help