Goes On and On - Sleeping At Last

Every day you wake,

Evermore aware

Than you ever were before.

The smallest sound

Is ringing in your ears,

Like a grand piano

Slowly falling down a million stairs.

But the sounds it makes

Are the growing pains of repair

And it goes on and on.

It goes on and on.

'til the day you wake up

Miles away from here,

Where all of a sudden

Dissonance disappears...

And like a wrecking ball in reverse,

Every wrong will be made right.

What was adamant, even permanent,

Will have a change of heart and mind.

In your disbelief, you'll clear your eyes

As if you're seeing light

For the very first time.

It goes on and on.

It goes on and on.