| Can’t sleep, trying hard to find a rhyme
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| Can’t work, I am tired all the time
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| Can’t eat, since my appetite has gone
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| Can’t think, when it started to go wrong
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| Can’t move, I’ve no energy at all
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| Can’t see, any end to this in sight
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| Last week, I could do all of those things
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| But now, I am just the man who sings
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| I’ve searched around for years and years
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| I’ve drank in bars, destroyed careers
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| Sold on a need to be famous
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| I’ve seen the good in men survive
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| Only to fail when I arrive
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| Convincing them I am blameless
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| I was the man with future sight
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| i would change fortunes overnight
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| Knowing for me it was painless
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| One day in April 10.15
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| Awakened screaming by a dream
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| Something that touched me was burning
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| A diamond pin fell from my eye
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| Then something strange began to cry
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| Your will can stop this world turning
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| Since then I’ve fought more than I should
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| Against the will that I withstood
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| Hoping I could be its master
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| But now the dream is all I see
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| There is no hope of breaking free
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| One song away from disaster |