This wind of restlessness, this growing sense of helplessness just adds to my condition and my doubt.
An anger simmers like a storm cloud that just lingers with a thread of thunder poised upon my brow.
No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to sleep at night.
And troubled thoughts is what you'll find, now you're caught up in troubled times.
I can't imagine a come tomorrow, I'll be standing or just sifting through the garbage of the trash.
You see that I miss the blue, all the signs flash high above just like the vultures circling in the sky.
No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to sleep at night.
And troubled thoughts is what you'll find, now you're caught up in troubled times.
Well it's no use, because everything I do, these same old troubled thoughts keep coming back.
Yet it's the same, now it's happening again, I thought that I had freed myself at last.
No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to sleep at night.
And troubled thoughts is what you'll find, now you're caught up in troubled times.
And I thought that I had freed myself at last.
And I thought that I had freed myself at last.