A Gap In The Night

And in the rem movement, reality restores
A harsh-edged ambiance moves in
Kicks me out the bedroom door
Adventuring in the real world
Of substance, time and change
Turn off the gap
Forget the gap

Where is this place that I see here?
What is is this place? From whence this fear?
This is not my world
Whose is this room that I sit in?
Whose is the light that shines so dim?
This is not my world

What am I doing here at all?
If I look down will I fall?
These thoughts cross my mind as
I burn the midnight lamp
As I sit in my tiny room

Something's wrong with the inanimate
The furniture is crowding in
The ceiling swins on a pendulum
Opens up onto a world that lies within
Buildings that rise up and claw at the sky
Shatter the blue and cry out in the night
Sucking me upwards into the fright and hell of this dream

The labyrinth is oh, so personal
I'm caught up in my own esteem
Questioning the real environment
As though I were the only object in its beam
Falling through space in a gap in the night
My body is torn through a sleep in the heights
Of oblivion and intrigue
And a consuming passion to know who I am

Here in the half light the orange streetbulbs cast
Through the curtains of my room
I wait for the morning
As if somehow that will change all my negative thoughts

But this is not me, this is not who I am
It's just an echo of my former self
Escaping through the log-jam

Caught by the upsurge
I feel self-pity crawl my body like a fever
I'm stuck here at square one
The all-time-loser who never fills the coupon in

This is not me
This is not how I am
It's just an echo of my former self
Escaping through the log-jam

When I feel the power
I know that it's time to start
The pen runs before me
Leads me deep to the heart

If I wait for an eternity will I ever find the truth?
If I search a hundred years or more
Will I ever solve the questions of my youth?

Won't someone believe me?
Won't somebody take away the pain from this frame?
It's no game, you can see the end of the world on a clear day

And in the rem movement, reality restores
A harsh-edged ambiance moves in
Kicks me out the bedroom door
Adventuring in the real world
Of substance, time and change
Turn off the gap
Forget the gap

I am fugitive in the waking world
A nomad caught under ice
With all the buzzing lines around me
Where each second has its price
And the seconds turn to hours
The hours turn to lives
And I live through a thousand each night
Before the daylight finally arrives
And I know that the daytime is just a gap in the night
I'm tired and not ready for the fight
Turn off the gap

And nobody says who I'm living, or
Whose eyes I'm seeing through
The actions so unforgiving and
I can't crawl back to you
I'm tired of fighting an unrelenting force
I'm tired and searching for a course to steer
In my flimsy boat of reeds
Trying in vain to cross a surging, stormy sea
Of self-conscious analysis