The Automatic Lost at Home
Give me a reason not to keep sleeping
When I'm awake I feel like I am dreaming
The world is shrinking, every street's the same thing
I can't reach that far but there are people disappearing
How can I pretend to know my own mind
The more questions I ask the more I find
I'm lost at home, out of time
The coins I flip land on their side
I'm holding my breath at your end of town
I'm just passing by, not for the first time
If I could rest my head just for a moment
Then I think that I would be fine
Slowly sinking, still thinking
There must be something I am missing
The street light, my sun light
I won't sleep, I'm up all night
Can't stop (can't stop) till I (till I) have been (have been) used up (used up)
If I was not lost for words then I'd have nothing to describe
I'm holding my breath at your end of town
I'm just passing by, not for the first time
If I could rest my head just for a moment
Then I think that I would be fine
I'm holding my breath at your end of town
I'm just passing by, not for the first time
If I could rest my head just for a moment
Then I think that I would be fine
