Each night here I lay down
My head upon my pillow, pining,
Looking for the silver lining,

Each night.

As natural as dream it comes and

Tears it all away,
Blending darkness into gray,
Each night.


And seven minutes later I've forgotten how to dream,
And seven minutes doesn't impress me.

Each night I lay me down to sleep and pray I don't wake up,
And looking at my cup,
I see half empty.


You and I are not the same at all,
If I could, you know that I would change that,

Seven minutes between the flight and fall,
The diving downfall of a minute.


The angry gap of seven minutes,
The relentlessness of solid sleep
The grasping cleft of all infinite.

As natural as dream my soul to keep.

And seven minutes later I've forgotten how to dream,

And seven minutes doesn't impress me.
Each night I lay me down to sleep and pray I don't wake up,
And looking at my cup,

I see half empty.