At night in bed,
I’m almost awake.
And somebody’s whispering things in my ear
I always dreamed of to hear.
Unfortunately there’s no choice
for me to realize
that’s my voice.
And no surprise.
And so I’m listening
to my voice
a stumbling and whistling
monotonously noise.
Telling me tales of the things I have done.
Telling me things of incredible size.
There’re no more bullets in my gun
and no more surprise.
I’m almost awake.
And somebody’s whispering things in my ear
I always dreamed of to hear.
Unfortunately there’s no choice
for me to realize
that’s my voice.
And no surprise.
And so I’m listening
to my voice
a stumbling and whistling
monotonously noise.
Telling me tales of the things I have done.
Telling me things of incredible size.
There’re no more bullets in my gun
and no more surprise.