The Beat Machine Letra

the bright lights, the shiny cars
the wet puddles inthe street
a picture of your face

still i try, i try

another restless night here
hot pillows on the bed
the alarm clock, the remote control
the scattered objects on the floor
i try to sleep

i have to try, i have to try

happiness and nightfall
seem to co-exist
i'm waiting for the sun to go down
i'm not tired at all
i'm just a little restless

should i try? should i even try?

i been thinking about my problems
and i've concluded
i don't really need any sleep at all
(the lights peeking in through the curtains and i'm awake)

she said life is long, i've got time to spare
and to lose

but if this is true then why does she care?
i don't (know)