Wake Up Sleepyhead Songtext
von Such A Pretty Face

What are the odds of waking up?
The glittered sidewalk speaks in tongues
Its simulated thoughts undone

Apparate the hand of Ambien
Left untouched by any man
Purified then plagued again

Hypnagogic, conscious, listless
Plastic hippocampus
Delirious, a nihilist
Listing words until something sticks


I never know where I am
A solitary land
Am I floating or just sinking up?

I just need something to happen
Every hour inhabiting
This tasteless dance that we call living

I just can′t seem to get to where I'm going
The street signs walk along the road
Every step a distant note
It′s time to come

Home

We are all connected
Bound by something we cannot understand
It's time to go home