Swiping in my sleep
Pinch-grab a magazine
What’s become of me?
I’m scrolling in my sleep
This ardour
Still swiping in my sleep
Pinch-grab a magazine
Well, what’s become of me?
I’m scrolling in my sleep
This ardour is arduous
If I become the joke
Can I still deliver the punchline?
What if every time I spoke
I failed to deliver the punchline?
It’s easier, easier said than done
It’s easier, easier said than done
No time for walking in the park
When maybe that’s just what we need
Too tired for talking in the dark
Of our anxieties
This ardour is arduous
If I become the joke
Can I still deliver the punchline?
What if every time I spoke
I failed to deliver the punchline?
It’s easier, easier said than done