we can't listen to your stories    about right ways dead ends and final glory   we're too tired now to concentrate   we're too nervous to hesitate   with closed eyes we will stumble over our feet   but it's too bright and there's nothing to see   we can't move the way you expect   the spasms in our legs follow the rhythm in our heads   we'll crawl limp stagger with autistic nonchalance   across your patterns until they are gone   when we sleep you should sneak or creep   cause we're just friends of you when we sleep   hold your breath let us take our rest    cause we're just friends of you when we sleep