歌词
Making sense of shapes in the dark
The cutting edge of uncertainty
In my sleeping bag
Drunk Man talks to me
"I'm trying to sleep," I say
He's begging me, "please"
"Just let me tell you my theory of art"
"Please please let me tell you"
"Why I am so smart"
In my sleeping bag
Drunk Man talks to me
I'm too shy to talk him down
Tonight there's no sleep