Texty: Electric President. Insomnia.

There?s a light bulb dangling from string
It?s slowly swaying up over my head now
As I jot down the words that?ll never be sung
And wait for my headache to numb
And the wind sounds as if the world?s sighing
And the moon?s just a torn fingernail
As the TV flickers and hums by the wall
And I wait for my eyesight to fade

So, So, So
It?s so damn slow
So, So, So
It?s so damn slow

And the bright-eyed choke on ambition
And the old folks circle their graves
And the young ones are busy destroying their names
And you?re still just wasting away.
I sit and watch the screen for a message
Some kinda sign that says we?re OK
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off
And wait for my conscience to break.

So, So, So
It?s so damn slow
So, So, So
It?s so damn slow

I hope you?re learning to listen
And I hope you?re learning to stay
And I hope you find what you?re missing
And I hope that you?re making you?re way
I?m a headcase if I don?t keep moving
And my head hurts if I don?t sit still
It?s an itch that I?ll never stop scratching
It?s a hole that I?ll never quite fill

So