The walls slam in
I take my seat
Lamp, window, and me
I fill my glass
Cautious to fuel
This half-drunk lucidity
When morning comes
This peace will pass
And I will walk on drearily
But if this is it
If I can't move
What a sweet eternity
The walls slam in
I take my seat
Lamp, window, and me
I fill my glass
Cautious to fuel
This half-drunk lucidity
When morning comes
This peace will pass
And I will walk on drearily
But if this is it
If I can't move
What a sweet eternity
Give me the power to dilute
A sense of fair similitude
To make believe that I am here
Give me the power to dilute
A sense of fair similitude
To make believe that I am here
Give me the power to dilute
A sense of fair similitude
To make believe that I am here
Woah, woah, woah
Give me the power to dilute
A sense of fair similitude
To make believe that I am here
Woah, woah, woah
Give me the power to dilute
A sense of fair similitude
To make believe that I am here
Woah, woah, woah
Give me the power to dilute (The walls slam in)
A sense of fair similitude (I take my seat)
To make believe that I am here (Lamp, window, and me)
Woah, woah, woah
Give me the power to dilute (I fill my glass)
A sense of fair similitude (Cautious to fuel)
To make believe that I am here (This half-drunk lucidity)
Woah, woah, woah
Give me the power to dilute (When morning comes)
A sense of fair similitude (This peace will pass)
To make believe that I am here (And I will walk on drearily)
Woah, woah, woah