Lyrics
The body says surrender but the mind won't sign the papers Four a.m. and I'm the only thing awake that's choosing to be Sleep would mean that Thursday's over and that Friday gets to start And Friday's just the same machinery with different scenery I know the cost of this I'll pay it in the afternoon I'll drag my tired self Through whatever rooms But right now the dark is mine And nobody can claw it back The insomnia's a tax On the only thing I have Insomnia blues The last thing I get to choose Insomnia blues These hours that nobody else can use The world owns all my daylight Every minute pre-arranged But the dark hours are mine Till the morning comes to claim I make tea I don't need and read the same page twice I sit with all the thoughts I've been too busy to admit The house is full of silence but it's not an empty silence It's the sound of everything just resting for a bit I know this isn't wisdom I know I'm not enlightened I'm just tired of surrendering To schedules that I didn't write But in the small hours There's a loosening of grip And something that's almost — Almost like being it Insomnia blues The last thing I get to choose Insomnia blues These hours that nobody else can use The world owns all my daylight Every minute pre-arranged But the dark hours are mine Till the morning comes to claim Sleep is just rehearsal for obedience Tomorrow handing me my role again I've played it long enough to know the blocking The marks on the floor, the lines, the when So keep the dark a little longer Let the clock run past the reasonable hour The insomnia won't fix a single thing But it's mine And I'll take whatever I can claim Insomnia blues The birds'll start up soon, I know Insomnia blues And the dark will start to go I'll sleep when they make me Or when my body wins the fight But tonight — Tonight I kept the light Tonight I kept the night