Do you get the feeling, maybe
When we turn out heads over to sleep,
We can fall into other worlds,
Fall so deep.
Do you know me here,
Or am I distorting awfully fast?
Am I zipping through time like a tidal wave,
curving through your mind at last?
Do you feel me near,
Or am I just a slight warmth in the air?
A ghost tailoring your guilty, little fears,
Invisibly entangled in all your knotted hairs.
Don't you get this feeling,
That the voices in your head are tied to your bed, dead to your sleeplessness.
'Cause I get the feeling, maybe,
That we're trapped in a glass cage of hopelessness.
Do you know me here,
Or am I distorting awfully fast?
Am I zipping through time like a tidal wave,
curving through your mind at last?
Do you feel me near,
Or am I just a slight warmth in the air?
A ghost tailoring your guilty, little fears,
Invisibly entangled in all your knotted hairs.