Lost at Home

Give me a reason not to keep sleeping

When I'm awake I feel like I am dreaming

The world is shrinking, every street's the same thing

I can reach so far but there are people disappearing

How can I pretend to know my own mind?

The more questions I ask, the more I find

I'm lost at home, out of time

The coins I flip land on their side

I'm holding my breath at your end of town

I'm just passing by, not for the first time

If I could rest my head just for a moment

Then I think that I would be fine

Slowly sinking, still thinking

There must be something I am missing

The streetlight, my sunlight

I won't sleep, I'm up all night

Can't stop till I have been used up

If I was not lost for words

Then I'd have nothing to describe

I'm holding my breath at your end of town

I'm just passing by, not for the first time

If I could rest my head just for a moment

Then I think that I would be fine

I'm holding my breath at your end of town

I'm just passing by, not for the first time

If I could rest my head just for a moment

Then I think that I would be fine