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 reach so 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 passing 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 streetlight, my sunlight I won't sleep, I'm up all night Can't stop till I have been 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 passing 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 passing by, not for the first time If I could rest my head just for a moment Then I think that I would be fine