Sleep No More
Sky perspirates
My hands shake
3:30 in the afternoon
Nothing to do but wait
Have to wait
Hate to wait when there's no one to do
But places and the spaces between them
Are separate steel cylinders
The biosphere's a fleeting bird
With time winding ever forward
I am with you in the bedraggled streets at dawn
I am with you in the last gasps of conscious night
I am with you, I am with you, I am with you
Tectonic plates perspire
Trapped together like the wires
That serve the undaunting electrical pulse of the universal mind
Watch as it expands out to all shores
Like the masters of movement
And all the little serpent kids stomp and shake
Kinda like the shakers before them
Sworn to a feeling
We've been reeling since 73
You and me and all those other
Material stagnations, crustaceans on the bottom of your feet
We left the bar and drove
As far as the failing engine would go
All the way out past the closed Texaco
Only to find your only free in your own mind
And there's no pie, just harvest the wheat
Become the things you seek, seek no more
And there's no pie, just harvest the wheat
Become the things you seek, seek no more
Sleep no more, sleep no more
My hands shake
3:30 in the afternoon
Nothing to do but wait
Have to wait
Hate to wait when there's no one to do
But places and the spaces between them
Are separate steel cylinders
The biosphere's a fleeting bird
With time winding ever forward
I am with you in the bedraggled streets at dawn
I am with you in the last gasps of conscious night
I am with you, I am with you, I am with you
Tectonic plates perspire
Trapped together like the wires
That serve the undaunting electrical pulse of the universal mind
Watch as it expands out to all shores
Like the masters of movement
And all the little serpent kids stomp and shake
Kinda like the shakers before them
Sworn to a feeling
We've been reeling since 73
You and me and all those other
Material stagnations, crustaceans on the bottom of your feet
We left the bar and drove
As far as the failing engine would go
All the way out past the closed Texaco
Only to find your only free in your own mind
And there's no pie, just harvest the wheat
Become the things you seek, seek no more
And there's no pie, just harvest the wheat
Become the things you seek, seek no more
Sleep no more, sleep no more
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Writer(s): Tommy Valdez
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