by Colin Hay

I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I’ll be alright
Perhaps it’s just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It’s time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there’s pretty lights
And though there’s little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day

I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I’ll be alright
It’s just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away

by Milosh

And I, And I
And I wanna be that sleep
That brings your dreams
And I wanna be that need
That plants that seed
And I wanna be that beast
You’ll wanna feed
And I wanna be that horse
That’s running its course
And I wanna be that fire
Wanna be that fire

Lets just run away
So far away
From those things we do everyday

Oh lets take those beautiful days
Tuck them away
For those days when its hard to play
Those days when its hard to say
Those days when nothing goes your way
Those days, those days, our days

Lets just run away
So far away
From those things we do everyday

by the Shins

Gold teeth and a curse for this town
were all in my mouth.
Only, I don’t know how
they got out, dear.

Turn me back into the pet
I was when we met.
I was happier then
with no mind-set.

And if you’d took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, I’d have jumped from my tree
And I’d a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would of fared well.

New slang when you notice the stripes,
the dirt in your fries.
Hope it’s right when you die,
old and bony.

Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head’s to the wall and I’m lonely.

And if you’d took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, I’d have jumped from my tree
And I’d danced like the kind of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would of fared well.

God speed all the bakers at dawn
may they all cut their thumbs,
And bleed into their buns ’till they melt away.

I’m looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?
And if you’d took to me like
Well I’d danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would of fared well.