Why Are We Sleeping?

It begins with a blessing, it ends with a curse

Making life easy by making it worse

My mask is my master, the trumpeter weeps

But his voice is so weak, as he speaks from his sleep

Saying: Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping

People are watching, people who stare

Waiting for something that's already there

Tomorrow I'll find it, the trumpeter screams

And remembers he's hungry, and drowns in his dreams

Saying: Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping

My head is a nightclub with glasses and wine

The customers dancing or just making time

While Daevid is cursing, the customers scream

Now everyone's shouting, Get out of my dream

Saying: Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping

It begins with a blessing, it ends with a curse

Making life easy by making it worse

My mask is my master, the trumpeter weeps

But his voice is so weak, as he speaks from his sleep

Saying: Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping