I could go to sleep for centuries, consumed by lethargy

As I leave my best regards, see you folks again someday?

And in case we ever rise from this waking dream

I'll leave a note to future selves in a bottle in the stream

Take a seven day week-end, a vacation that never ends

Never wake up, no, never wake up now!

'Cause life's a one way street to death

And our feet are slowly pacing it

As our minds drift and wander aimlessly

Fill in the blanks every day as we wait

In these darkling plains

Where so many stories end

The Tartar Steppes of existence

A cemetery for our dreams