Born anew every morning
Coffee in the cup
Questions with no answers
Plastic in the gut

And you'll worry yourself into mistrust
But oh givin' it all up
And oh givin' it all up

Acid tooth, by the evening
I have turned on me
And 'round it will go

Ever so slow
But oh lettin' it all go
And oh lettin' it all go

Trains of thought like tickin' clocks
And wicked dreams that I forgot
Cry out to the numbers to make it stop
And I wish that I could turn it off
I wish that I could turn it off