Charred remains have leveled

Throbbing with sorrow

It is impartial to me

Mercury, the straggler

Jealous and doubting

His own pleasure tonight

There is an inky

Silence in my kitchen

And I'm the need for sleep

I’m so beside myself

With sympathy, relentless

I'm so contagious

Severely emotionless

What's the fuss?

What’s the fuss?

What's the fuss?

Well, I'm restless

I envy the keys

That settle in your pocket

And hope that your slumber is light

I look up to the moon

That shines in your window

Benign and sober tonight

There is an inky

Silence in my kitchen

Well, I'm the need for sleep

I'm so beside myself

With sympathy, relentless

I'm so contagious

Severely emotionless

What's the fuss?

What's the fuss?

What’s the fuss?

Well, I’m restless