insomniacs of the world, good night

i can see the line of your brassiere

i can contemplate it from here

there's no need for breathlessness

when we're so far apart

i can see us writhing in a phone booth

or laid back in the dewy grass of our youth

gathering our sweetnesses

and wishing on the neverstar

our happy days of electrical smiles

and loving evenings falling down in piles

not imagining a restlessness

that could keep us apart

if i could sleep there's a chance i could dream

and reconjure all of these vivid scenes

insomniacs of the world

good night

no more wishing on the neverstar

insomniacs of the world

good night

no more wishing on the neverstar

insomniacs of the world

good night

no more wishing on the neverstar

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