I can’t read the map you drew for me.
It’s dark, the lines are blurred and hard to read.
This is when we expect our history to save us from the facts.

Shaky memories give way to the unshakable dates assigned to celebrate.
You sacrifice precision for convenience of indecision.

This breathless august night
Can no longer hide us from the sight
Of some shameless mantra we decide
Is the way to get around the problem and I’ll never go back to sleep tonight.
I’ll never go back to sleep tonight. (I want to go back to sleep tonight)

You went away for just a week or two
It’s so unfashionable to be alone with you
I crave a simple silence unfettered by non-compliance.

This breathless august night
Can no longer hide us from the sight
Of some shameless mantra we decide
Is the way to get around the problem and I’ll never go back to sleep tonight.
I’ll never go back to sleep tonight. (I want to go back to sleep tonight)