I can tell the future I can see it in my dreams But I can never ask What it really means What it really means Repeating sequences of life Soaked in familiarity Is it my narcoleptic brain Or can I really see Can I really see And I get scared That I'll never dream again And I get scared That my dreams will never end And I'm tired I'm tired Dreamed about the red sun Burning hot above our heads Breathing smoke into our lungs Choking on the forest On the forest And I don't want to sleep Anymore all the time And I don't want to dream Every time I close my eyes I close my eyes And I get scared That I'll never dream again And I get scared That my dreams will never end And I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired