Bob Mould
Losing Sleep
Saturday night, driving so high
I'm noticing all the warning signs
A hundred and five, temperature rise
While everything falls through space and time

Taking the 5, desert so dry
Focusing on the long grey line
On a recline, pulling the wheel
Rattling cages, rattling in my ears

And when your soul is in too deep
And in this sun you cannot breathe
Your dark secrets wash up underneath
Then I close my eyes, but I've been losing sleep

And all those nightmares come again
An' I don't know how much I can contain
In my brain arousing a soft repeat
I plucked at my eyes, but I been losing sleep

Been losing sleep (x3)