I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
It's just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away


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Oh Mr Colin Hay, when will you ever be wrong?
Last night I managed to track down some people who used to be my best ever friends, 8 years ago! it's amazing how people change...


*I just realised i haven't had sex or wanked off since i broke up with my ast girlfriend.
that probably explains the increased testostorome levels and my tendency to rip labels off beer bottles.
I just thought i'd share that, from me to you.