Asleep

Tell me why you burn and then

I've got to make it real again

At least as real as it

Can be these days

Oh is it a blast until you're gone

The cat's on the doorstep

We were planting flowers in your lawn

But it's too long

It's too long

Nothing is wrong

Nothing is wrong

Tell me why you burn and then

I've got to make it real again

At least as real as it

Can be these days

Oh is it a blast until you're gone

The cat's on the doorstep

We were planting flowers in your lawn

But it's too long

But It's too long

Nothing is wrong

The thick smoke of the street

In the middle of the night

And I'll climb up to heaven

And peer through your window

Take the curtains out from your bedroom

And wrap myself up in them 'til I fall asleep