But some days I wake up in this desert, and all I can do is think about myself. And wish I didn't have to. But it's just me in my rectangle. The shower curtains are blue ships, sailing away.
Give me somethin' to believe in, a breath from the breathin'.
|Rainy day in MI.|
So write it down. I don't think that I'll close my eyes.
'Cos lately I'm not dreamin', so what's the point of sleepin'?
And at night I've got nowhere to hide.