2:30 A.M.

2:30 A.M.

 

A cave seems to dwell behind these eyes.

Pressure, the laughter that never fades away.

Noodles seemed scrambled, always blurred

Like they'd never seen the light of day.

And yet, I sit in front of the a computer screen.

Sitting on the wings of a dream.

The clouds come out, but you'd never see them,

O' I'm sitting on the wings of a dream.

Godly dreams seem to drift away

Into a night of cerebral deviancy.

It's just an accident if you can see

That I'm a state of being at all.

And yet, I sit in front of a computer screen.

Sitting on the wings of a dream.

The clouds come out, but you'd never see them,

O' I'm sitting on the wings of a dream.

I'm waiting for the Sandman to rush me a dream,

But he never seems to come at a yell or scream.

I'm waiting for my mind to go on holiday,

My ass here, while the rest goes to Cannes.

And yet, I sit in front of a computer screen.

Sitting on the wings of a dream.

The clouds come out, but you'd never see them,

O' I'm sitting on the wings of a dream.