Tekster: Digger. The Promise Of An Uncertain Future. Pieces.

Up all night, maybe I'm crazy. I leave myself open. Naked but not naked. Everything's related. I'm wondering just what I have to do to get it through your head that I don't want to go to sleep now. I just want to go to bed. (So what if I'm serious but fun. It's a place to rest my head. I'm confused. I'm not drunk) Break me down into pieces. Back together, what do you have? A mess in my head, get it to come out. One of many, one in a million. Sometimes it really sucks. I know what I want but can't have it. In a letter it leaves me stuck. I'm wondering just what I have to do to get it through your head that I just don't wanna go to bed. (So what if I'm silly, serious but fun? It's a place to rest my head. I'm confused. I'm not drunk.) No rest, no time. I wish I had more time to get you off my mind. Break me down into pieces. Back together, what do you have? A mess in my head, get it to come out. No rest, no time. I wish I had more time to get you off my mind