Bob Mould

Losing Sleep
It's Saturday night Drivin' so high I'm noticing all the warning signs A hundred and five A temperature rise A hundred (?) the space and time I'm take the Five Desert's so dry I'm focusing on the wobbly line On the decline I caught the wheel Idling cages rattling in my ears And when your soul is in too deep And in the sun you cannot breath Your dark secrets wash up underneath Better close my eyes But I've been losing sleep And now those nightmares come awake I don't know how much I can intake In my brain arousing, a soft word beat Locking down my eyes But I've been losing sleep Been losing sleep Been losing sleep Been losing sleep From Letras Mania