Insomnia

Here's what I find
when I stay up for half the night
dodging taxis
out on a bumpy bicycle ride
over dark cobbled streets
with mixed-up thoughts,
with mixed-up thoughts
in my mind:
whatever is wrong
should now be put right.
In my mind,
whatever is wrong
can all be put right.

I recall the night
when I looked in your teacup for signs
after climbing your stairs
and seeing you come back to life.
Your lips sought my lips
and we banished those thoughts
from our minds.
Whatever was wrong
could then be put right.

In our minds,
whatever is wrong
can all be put right,
can all be put right,
And maybe we're right.

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This song is performed by General Bye Bye.