It Goes On

It goes on and on and on and on and on
This relentless fear of time and us and life and god
It leaves me cold and begging to believe in something
And sometimes I get so tired of being lonely

        I breathe in deep (I breathe in)
        I try to go back to sleep (to go back)
        But I'm paralyzed
        I am so paralyzed

Not the young girl with the perfect lips wrapped 'round her straw
Or the woman with the luscious tits behind the bar
Or the dreams that leave me hard and screaming out your name
Can take me, can break me, can make me feel I'm sane

        I breathe in deep (I breathe in)
        I try to go back to sleep (to go back)
        But I'm paralyzed
        I am so paralyzed

    I Wake up on a Sunday morning
    Something like numb but too much tingling
    More like the twitch of a fragile sapling
    Under the weight of a freezing rain

I breathe in deep
I try to go back to sleep
But I'm paralyzed
I'm paralyzed

And It goes on and on and on and on and on
From the nub of dusk until the crest of dawn
It leaves me cold and begging to believe in something
And sometimes I get so tired of being lonely

        I breathe in deep (I breathe in)
        I try to go back to sleep (to go back)
        But I'm paralyzed
        I am so paralyzed

        I breathe in deep (I breathe in)
        I try to go back to sleep (to go back)
        But I'm paralyzed
        I am so paralyzed