• Another sleepless night I call on you,
    Another slave of the thought; What to do?
    You, my confidant, always comes on cue,
    Bring my mind peace and quiet please; I plead,
    I can always count on you when in need.

    Come on, Come on; Time to wake up my friend,
    I'll follow you for my sanity's sake,
    Draw a vision that only you could rend,
    Artists you and I, the joy we can make.
    Transformed from it's origins of deep pain,
    Your stressful life is hidden from your face,
    Though your lead may break and your canvas stain,
    Things change; This may not always be the case.

    So tired, but the sun is rising again,
    Daylight's calling, you gotta find your zen.

    Another night without sleeping I fear,
    Another who makes no rest a career,
    A reliable ally, ever near,
    Bring my mind peace and quiet please; I plead,
    I can always count on you when in need.

    Come on, Come on; Gotta wake up old friend,
    Just follow me, the night's our's to take,
    I'll write us a song that will never end,
    Artists you and I, the joy we can make.
    Transformed from it's origins of deep pain,
    My broken mind is lost and has no place,
    Though I may scream and collapse in the rain,
    Things change; This may not always be the case

    So tired, but the sun is rising again,
    I can't tell where sleep will come from or when.

    Another day, Another time to sleep,
    Another who has sown wishing to reap,
    An aquaintence who has secrets to keep,
    Bring my mind peace and quiet please; I plead,
    I can always count on you when in need.

    So tired, but the sun is rising again,
    Eyes falling; I'm ready to drop this pen.
    Art is our passion, insomnia our creed,
    We are friends, for each other we will bleed.