I could go to sleep for centuries
Consumed by lethargy
As I leave my best regards
See you folks again someday?
And in case we ever rise
From this waking dream
I'll leave a note to future selves
In a bottle in the stream
I'll take a seven day week-end
A vacation that never ends
I'll never wake up, no
Never wake up now
Because life is a one way street to death
And our feet are slowly pacing it
As our minds drift and wander aimlessly
Just fill in the blanks every day as we wait
In these darkling plains
Where so many stories end
The Tartar Steppes of existence
A cemetery for our dreams