Born anew every morning
Coffee in the cup
Questions with no answers
Plastic in the gut

And you´ll worry yourself into mistrust
But oh givin´ it all up
And oh givin´ it all up

Acid tooth, by the evening
I have turned on me
And ´round it will go

Ever so slow
But oh lettin´ it all go
And oh lettin´ it all go

Trains of thought like tickin´ clocks
And wicked dreams that I forgot
Cry out to the numbers to make it stop
And I wish that I could turn it off
I wish that I could turn it off