It goes on and on and on and on and on
This relentless fear of time and us and life and God
It leaves me cold and begging to believe in something
And sometimes I get so tired of being lonely

I breathe in deep
I try to go back to sleep
But I’m paralyzed
I am so paralyzed

And not the young girl with the perfect lips wrapped round her straw
Or the woman with the luscious tits behind the bar
Or the dreams that leave me hard and screaming out your name
Can take me, can break me, can make me feel I’m sane

I breathe in deep
I try to go back to sleep
But I’m paralyzed
I am so paralyzed

Wake up on a Sunday morning
Something like numb but too much tingling
More like the twitch of a fragile sapling
Under the weight of a freezing rain

I breathe in deep
I try to go back to sleep
But I’m paralyzed
I am so paralyzed

And it goes on and on and on and on and on and on
From the nub of dusk until the crest of dawn
It leaves me cold and begging to believe in something
And sometimes I get so tired of being lonely

I breathe in deep
I try to go back to sleep
But I’m paralyzed
I am so paralyzed