Too many hours of sleepless nights, I wait before the dawn
The rise of the morning, to greet my eyes again
To just lie back and feel the sands of time pass from your grasp

This clockwork is my insomnisphere

The cold creeps over me as I look upon the fading world

Streaks of light lick my window panes as they cast me to the cold
This other world of absent light seals me in
I watch, I wait, for the next horizon


Too many hours of sleepless nights, I wait before the dawn
The rise of the morning, to greet my eyes again