Insomnia my old friend
have you come to dance again
intentions good? intentions bad?
you keep me up like the leaf in the wind
you keep me up to hear my wines
you see its this dance that we do
like something in between
I take you, you take me
and together become we
insomnia my old friend why do you come why do you go
is it only to hear my woes and sorrows
I write this in the darkness knowing you will be back tomorrow...