So it begins with a blessing
But it ends with a curse
Making life easy
But making it worse
Why Are We Sleeping by Kevin Ayres




It begins with a blessing
And it ends with a curse;
Making life easy,
By making it worse;
My mask is my master,
The trumpeter weeps,
But his voice is so weak
As he speaks from his sleep, saying
Why, why, why, why are we sleeping!

People are watching,
People who stare;
Waiting for something
Thats already there.
Tomorrow Ill find it ,
The trumpeter screams,
And remembers hes hungry
And drowns in his dreams, saying
Why, why, why, why are we sleeping!

My head is a nightclub
With glasses and wine;
The customers dancing
Or just making time;
While daevid is cursing
The customers scream!
Now everyones shouting,
Get out of my dreams