Slumberland

Afraid of sinking alone again
Way up to the ceiling alone, no friends
Lemon-queen smiling, off with your heads
Like flies in the honey, enjoy last breath
I tried to wake up from fuzzy blurry slumberland
Can’t count the days there
Can’t count the days there
Summer sun shining on yellowed skin
Dreaming of exploding, begin again
I tried to wake up from fuzzy blurry slumberland
Can’t count the days there
Can’t count the days there
Harmony and melody are tripping on the tip of my tongue
Wishing on a satellite, the lights so bright
I tried to call
The telephone was out of reach
While church bells sing your song
I tried to wake up from fuzzy blurry slumberland
Can’t count the days there
Can’t count the days there
Don’t try to follow
Don’t try to follow me down
Don’t try to follow
Don’t try, no, no.