still i'm pretty much the same
i'm doing my best to snap out
but i'm stuck in this dream
the weight of my eyes breaks my legs
i want to build something tonight
while there's still bright spark
drag my knuckles and crave
the sweet embrace of linen and sheet
sleep you're precious to me
why don't you come and sing?
surely you didn't expect much more
knocking down your front door
where the second hand stops
but by christ you look nice
in the brightening morning light
i want to build something tonight
while there's still bright spark
i want to build something tonight
while there's still bright spark