Wasted eyes

Sunken behind

Heavy folds, no

Line of sight

Sandman deals with

Both hands tied

Turn up when I want to turn over

Turn that light toward someone else

Some days this floor becomes quicksand

Pulls me down while I am passing through

Waking up, each side is alike

Me and I in different light

Waking up each side is the same

Me and I in opposite lanes

Asleep, waking up in the other

Restless as I venture out

Waking up each side is the same

Me and I in opposite lanes

Turning wheel, passing through

Gasping for air and coming to