Lost at Home

Give me a reason not to keep sleeping When I'm awake I feel like I am dreaming The world is shrinking, every street's the same thing I can't reach that far but there are people disappearing How can I pretend to know my own mind The more questions I ask the more I find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end of town I'm just pa*sing by, not for the first time If I could rest my head just for a moment Then I think that I would be fine Slowly sinking, still thinking There must be something I am missing The street light, my sun light I won't sleep, I'm up all night Can't stop (can't stop) till I (till I) have been (have been) used up (used up) If I was not lost for words then I'd have nothing to describe I'm holding my breath at your end of town I'm just pa*sing by, not for the first time If I could rest my head just for a moment Then I think that I would be fine I'm holding my breath at your end of town I'm just pa*sing by, not for the first time If I could rest my head just for a moment Then I think that I would be fine