All my life I've wanted to sleep, I couldn't stand to stand too much

Now and then I check for vital signs

Though I never really knew just where they'd be

I live upstairs but not too steep, I try to keep things pretty quiet

With a minimum movement horizontally

But I didn't mean to come to coma

A journey to the final gate, a journey past a sunken stupor

Face down he sank into the sofa, but he didn't mean to come to coma

I stayed in my room through a hail of bullets

I wasn't about to abandon ship

I heard the whispers from the other room

What's everybody up to I don't know?

Hey and what's all this stuff about moderation?

If the spaceships there I'm gonna fly it

I'll travel far beyond the dotted line

With an invitation to come to coma

A journey to the final gate, a journey past a sunken stupor

They said it fizzed like a gin and soda

But he didn't mean to come to coma

A journey to the final gate, a journey past a sunken stupor

He said he swore he knew the aroma

But he didn't mean to come to coma