I'm driving home from your house Fireworks underneath my skin Left a kiss on the mirror and a cup in the sink I knocked on wood in the afternoon And you let me in And now I'm driving home from your house, something big's about to begin No sleep, no sleep for the dreamer Can't break the fever No cure for the feeling No sleep, no sleep for the dreamer Wide-eyed believer Counting stars on the ceiling No sleep, no sleep Replay, repeat Sweetest fatigue No sleep I'm driving home from your house Backseat of the cab you called And the driver's telling stories but I can't pay attention at all And it's those laterly hours of morning radio and people leaving bars And there's something in the wind, there's something big about to start No sleep, no sleep for the dreamer Can't break the fever No cure for the feeling No sleep, no sleep for the dreamer Wide-eyed believer Counting stars on the ceiling No sleep, no sleep Replay, repeat Sweetest fatigue No sleep No sleep