People on my street never seem to come outside   So nights are dark from fear, and others dark with bright (?)   So if you ask me where I've been, and if you ask me what i've seen   I will tell you now, i've just been sleeping      People on my street don't seem to care anymore   Not that they ever did, i suppose the peek from behind their doors   So if you ask me what i've done, or if you ask what i've become   I will tell you now i've just been sleeping      I've just been sleeping