Have you ever been awake so long that the shadows started creeping from the bedroom walls?

Conversations in this empty space are a waste of breath against the beating of our hearts

I talked with a ghost I met so many years ago and I'm shut back down.

Do we understand each other anymore? I don't know.

Tell me, tell me, everything is alright - and if it's not you're just damn well bored to death. Cause one of these days we'll sleep to the sweet, sweet sound of unrest.

This chaotic life feels like a not-so-palatable healthy alternative

and I'm sink, sink, sinking into myself.

Break bread with a ghost I met so many years ago

and I'm right back down now I understand this in a way I never did before.

Tell me, tell me, everything is alright - and if it's not you're just damn well bored to death. Cause one of these days we'll sleep to the sweet, sweet sound of unrest.

Damn well bored to death.

Transcending this ability - honesty my repeat offender.

Resistance to daydreaming but are we wide awake? Are we wide awake?

Tell me, tell me, everything is alright - and if it's not you're just damn well bored to death. Cause one of these days we'll sleep to the sweet, sweet sound of unrest.

Tell me, tell me, everything is alright - and if it's not you're just damn well bored to death. Cause one of these days we'll sleep to the sweet, sweet sound of unrest.