Wakin 'up in a cold sweat I can tell my socks are wet It is real it's in my head I’m not leaving bed just yet It is Sunday afternoon It is reckless spring & Swoon I could drink away the moon Instead I’ll open up the woundAnd I have an idea what it shouldn't be People around me they get sawteeth And I can find the time to drink Coffee I dont remember when but it dawned on me ...