Life is but a sleep study
Everybody breathe deep
As an EKG charts all the Z's, count all your sheep
Wait for the awakening
Life really is but a dream
I don't remember a thing
Dream memories are like fires in buildings
That don't stand any chance of living along with me
Some people take vacations
Some never leave
Some are living in basements
Some die chasing their dreams
To the everglades
From the ice capades
From a polar swirl
To a naked girl
Be my sleep study and we'll never lose each other to dreams
After all we just make them all up to wake up and make up what they mean
Spend all our waking hours wondering, waiting for the awakening
But you don't remember a thing