Black out To wake up late In the noise of the morning And suddenly you hear The telephone To clock in present You feel well In a long day that sees No end The kettle is whistling She comes close In her beautiful blue Uniform Smokey grey In the room Your sixth sense tells you What you want, what you want Sometimes, you feel well Sometimes, you feel ill Your things are Surrounding you To get away from everything Searching for your answers They ups and downs That follow you Ups and downs that follow you To wake up again And feel nothing Hoping to day Everything will change To clock in present You feel well In a long day that sees No end Sometimes, you feel well Sometimes, you feel ill Your things are Surrounding you To get away from everything Searching for your answers They ups and downs That follow you Up and down Follow you