Back to the future

Deep in the bosom of the gentle night,
Is when I search for the light,
Pick up my pen and start to write,
I struggle a fight,
Dark forces in the clear moonlight without fear,
Insomnia...

I can't get no sleep...

I used to worry,
Thought I was going mad in a hurry,
Getting stressed, making excess
Mess in darkness. no electricity,
Something's all over me, greasy.
Insomnia please release me,
And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the heath,
Tearing off tights with my teeth.
But there's no release, no peace,
I toss and turn without cease.
Like a curse,
I open my eyes and rise like yeast...

At least,
A couple of weeks since I last slept.
Kept taking sleepers,
But now i keep myself pepped
Deeper still,
The night, I write by candle light,
I find in sight
Fundamental movement...

So when it's black
This insomniac
Take an original tack
Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack.
I gets no sleep...

I can't get no sleep...

[Faithless, November 1995]