When I'm sleeping I am seldom in
All my secrecies are patent pending
When I wake up I don't really wake up
Close my eyes for all the things I make up
And this is the thing
Oh these are the things
Meant for me
Aha aha
Deny the bliss and then I realize
I'm a little high
There's no problem with my inspiration
It's just a case of very poor concentration
Now when I'm dreaming I am spending a world
Now in my trash there lie seven different flowers
And this is the thing
Oh these are the things
Meant for me
Aha aha
Deny the bliss and then I realize
I'm a little high
And you can twist my arm
These are the things
Meant for me
Aha aha
Slight the bliss and then I realize
I'm a little high
So ominous
And dangerous
The way in which I'm sleeping right now
So ominous
And treacherous
The way in which I'm sleeping right now
So ominous
And hazardous
The way in which I'm sleeping right now
These are the things
Oh, these are the things
Meant for me
Aha aha
Ignore the bliss and then I realize
I'm a little high
And you can twist my arm
These are the things
Don't know why but it's hard
To even try and those who deny
Lie