I'm sitting here numbly listening to low
Sounds of water on the quayside
Stray cat beside me; cats only know
How I'd like to get to a place I can hide
Haunted by broken sleep
Try to recover your vital forces
For the day, one of all same days
In which you've got to drown
Wake up, blissful townsfolk!
You have to make haste, run like race-horses
Till the town lets you die running
'Cause you don't have a chance to slow down
Town is pretending to fall asleep
By the dawn comes I'll be long gone
But when I get to the place on the trip
That I dreamed of would I be left there alone?
You have nothing at all
Any your dealings could not be worthwhile
Off the map and your roadways I will get on the lane
Good night, blissful townsfolk!
You have to sleep tight, dreamless and deep, while
Dirty rain washes up the sidewalks
Tearing the varicose veins of the drain
