Žodžiai dainai: The Automatic Automatic. 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