They cleansed the lenses of my dirty spectacles
without any judgement or a frown
and lured me into believing that
I had delights to offer
Now that the night is slowly dying
and my body is defending its sleepless weeks,
they want me to stay awake
I would
but there's not enough coffee in the world

When the storm knocked softly, I shut my windows
Into eternal darkness, I perished
My skin formed a fortress
forging my bones as the walls
Now that my heart is beating again
and the clouds are beginning to hide,
they want me gone once again
I would
but there's not enough darkness in the world

Over the mountains I conquered,
are ghosts dancing free
The moonlight and the company
making me strengthen my guard a little more
My existence lives on duality
but the picture seen is null
Maybe I shouldn't sleep
Maybe I should stay awake
but there's not enough coffee in the world