I'm having trouble sleeping,
swinging between between blurred lines of reality and dreams,
I'm jumping between my worlds,
I keep twisting strands of sunshine in my head,
I'm having trouble breathing, worlds keep choking in my head.

I'm having trouble sleeping,
I'm thinking of what to hold on to and what to let go.
I never get to let it all free,
its always some other footsteps on the street,
its always the nameless breeze passing me along on her stead,
stealing my words as I move on, invading my worlds as I breathe on.