The Dysaniac

I guess I'll get up
And put on my clothes
I guess I'll give up
My dreaming repose

But my bed
And my head
They are one
They are warm

I can't move
I can't lose
Perfect sleep
Perfect peace

Should I go?
I don't know
Give me time
Give me five

(It is okay for you to go and dream all day)

But my bed
And my head
They are one
They are warm

I can't move
I can't lose
Perfect sleep
Perfect peace

Should I go?
I don't know
Give me time
Give me five

(It is okay for you to go and dream all day)

I think I'll lie here
Until tomorrow
I think I'll die here
In morning's green glow

Yeah, my bed
And my head
They are one
They are warm

I won't move
I won't lose
Perfect sleep
Perfect peace

I can't go
Now I know
Nevermind
What is time?

(It is okay for you to go and dream all day)

Yeah, my bed
And my head
They are one
They are warm

I won't move
I won't lose
Perfect sleep
Perfect peace

I can't go
Now I know
What is time?
Nevermind

(It is okay for you to go and dream all day)

I'm sleeping!

Dreaming again
Scenes from the land
And private sea of me

Nothing to share
Alone here I care
Not for a thing of thee
(of thee)

But the sights shift
And sometimes I do drift
Into grey worries
Bleakly looking back

Nothing here is real
All phantom and feel
Everything is blurry
I should not be
In such a big
Hasty hopeless hard-pressed hurry
Just to trust these dreams

I guess I'll get up!

(get up)
(get up)
(get up)
(get up)
(get up)
(get up)

Here I have lain
As if I were slain
Never to move
From my bedroom

My whole body aches
Nestled in blanks
Pillows and sheets
Softness replete

Comfort cannot sate
'Cuz in my murky state
The great unknown
Tingles my bones

What lies beyond
The end of my yawn?
What will I do
When I push on through?

Well why should I rise up then
And face the anguish of the day
The people and the problems
That get in the way
Of peaceful easy feelings
And extinguish my flame
These people these problems strain

Or maybe it's me
My lazy mind
Its stupid sleeping
All of the time

I guess I'll get up for good!

Here I have lain
As though I were slain
And never to move
From my bedroom

But what's with the light
Still shining bright?
I flipped the switch
But maybe I didn't

Something of a stretch
But I know how to catch
A whole bunch of Z's
I could sell them for money

My black coffee brain
Is sweet with spice again
Sleep steams the stream
Merrily down the dream

Oh no