Faithless

I used to sleep so beautifully at night
Nothing could break through my peace.
The flashing lights, and all the noise.
You'd think somebody was dead.
You might have thought I was dead.

In my old age I awake to find
that my good senses can't be drown
blinking lights and aching bones have my attention now
I can't help but to think there's something wrong
Am I broken? falling apart slowly?

Now I'll get lucky enough to fall into sleep
but I wake up out of these dreams
that turn my head into a cloud.
my mind remembers the places it went
and my body remembers the heaviness of air.