Wake up, in the middle of a dream
Light up, as though they've given you a year in writing
It's a while til morning


Make up, It's found it's way behind the meds
Late up, illusions of sunny childhood memories

Feel the real thing

Bright up, It's not a miracle we need

Tied up, believe everything from Einstein's theory
Science fiction


She draws everything she writes like an editor
She swears that she's going, going away
She draws everything she writes like an editor

She swears blind she's going, going away

Laid out, you're such a sorry state to see

Tired out, and leave everything inside your broken home is full of
Faces, frozen in their frames, light spaces
Believe everything although your teary

From fake addiction

She draws everything she writes like an editor

She swears that she's going, going away
She draws everything she writes like an editor
She swears blind she's going, going


And break the brick wall away inside
And break the crystal ball

And deal away the cards that tell it all
And see what you can make if you leave your conscience
And live the theory


Wake up in the middle of a dream
Light up and she going, going away

Wake up in the middle of a dream
Light up and she going, going away


She draws everything she writes like an editor
She swears that she's going, going away
She draws everything she writes like an editor

She swears blind she's going, going away