Soft Machine - Why Are We Sleeping? Lyrics
It begins with a blessing, it ends with a curseMaking life easy by making it worse"My mask is my master", the trumpeter weepsBut his voice is so weak, as he speaks from his sleepSaying: "Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?"People are watching, people who stareWaiting for something that's already there"Tomorrow I'll find it", the trumpeter screamsAnd remembers he's hungry, and drowns in his dreamsSaying: "Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?"My head is a nightclub with glasses and wineThe customers dancing or just making timeWhile Daevid is cursing, the customers screamNow everyone's shouting, "Get out of my dream!"Saying: "Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?"