Light and colour fades from the day
And there is nothing left to look forward to
When night falls but I’m still astray
Can’t you see that I need you

I’m running a twenty-four hour marathon
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year
Going without rest for the longest time, an eon
Chasing you around the clock, my destination’s clear

But no matter how hard I race
You flee away in the dead of the night
Your footsteps get harder and harder to trace
Why have you turned away from my harsh plight

Sleep, my dearest friend, you’re never there to let me take a break
I needed you, but you left me, and now I’m forever awake.