Insomniacs Of The World, Good Night Lyrics

I can see the line of your brassiere.

I can contemplate it from here.

There's no need for breathlessness

When we're so far apart.

I see us writhing in a phone booth

Or laid back in the dewy grass of our youth

And wishing on the Neverstar

And happy days of electrical smiles

And loving evenings falling down in piles

And not imagining a restlessness

That could keep us apart.

If I could sleep there's a chance I could dream

And reconjure all of these vivid scenes.

O insomniacs of the world, good night.

No more wishing on the Neverstar.