Insomnia (To Steal the Stolen)

Insomnia Hanging around in a misty nowhere Time to chase your tail Roving Prowling the town Of your own making Searching for a reason or just Faking it Waking up the ghost Of not knowing Hundred miles to go just to steal the stolen Wimpy dreams dancing with shadows Time to wipe the dust of your own dead idols Getting nearer while craving for distance Time to stop the game Of nonexistence Bursting the seams Of your own directions The only thing you cannot fake Is affection Reading the lips of the circumstances Not enough time just to sit on the fence So wake up the ghost of not knowing Hundred miles to go just to steal the stolen