[facade]

I awoke only to find my lungs empty,
and through the night so it seems i'm not breathing,
and now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be,
and i'm breaking down,
I think i'm breaking down.

And i'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me,
such as living with the uncertainty,
that i'll never find the words to say which would completely explain,
just how i'm breaking down.

Someone come and,
someone come and save my life.
Maybe i'll sleep when I am dead,
but now it's like the night is taking sides.
And all the worries that occupy the back of my mind,
could it be this misery will suffice?

I've become the simple souvenir of someone's kill,
and like the sea i'm constantly changing from calm to ill,
madness fills my heart and soul,
as if the great divide could swallow me whole,
oh how i'm breaking down.

Someone come and,
someone come and save my life.
Maybe i'll sleep when I am dead,
but now it's like the night is taking sides.
And all the worries that occupy the back of my mind,
could it be this misery will suffice?

Oh we're alive.

Someone come and,
someone come and save my life.
Someone come and,
someone come and save my life.
Someone come and,
someone come and save my life.

Could it be this misery will suffice?

Sleeping Sickness - City and Colour (with Gordon Downie)