If this is where I go when I'm dreaming Then it's no wonder I've got insomnia This is no haven This is no home I've been buried inside my head Trying to make sense of a place So familiar yet so strange None of this feels right So why does it appear To be the place that I call home? If this is where I go when I'm dreaming Then it's no wonder I've got insomnia This is no haven This is no home (This feels insidious) If this is where I go when I'm dreaming Then it's no wonder I've got insomnia This is no haven This is no home (But now the way back has long since worn away) I'm not trying to convince you of anything else If you won't do it for me then do it for yourself Blow out the candles and come to bed Pull sheets over your head Like that sense of dread creeping in If this is where I go when I'm dreaming Then it's no wonder I've got insomnia This is no haven This is no home This is insidious