There's a light inside my head 

Flickering but almost dead 

My will to be awake 

Covered in two tons of sand 

More weighed down than when I began 

Impossible to get up now, it's too late 

And I feel like moving on 

And I feel like getting on with life 

To feel the presence of the sun on my face 

Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape 

My room is an empty cave 

Darkness swallows up the day 

The shades are always drawn 

Skin as pale as dirty soap 

Eyes that do nothing but close 

Can't even see that my love of life is gone 

Oh, outside my bed it's cold 

Each day I'm swimming through molasses 

How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes? 

Each day I'm swimming through molasses