Asleep in the Machine (Unplugged)

Your chances tied like the paper streets Always warm on the uptake of troubles Receptors mental, box them for another day It's nearly midnight and I'm tracing for you

And fake that smile and press rewind We'll chase the light into another day We're running blind under concrete lies A smoking gun aimed at your face

Asleep in the machine Why do I, always have to find myself Asleep in the machine Why do I, always have to find my way out

Settle, stole and forget your way Cover your track with a plastic spade Fluorescent lights they lead the way An open door to the second phase Transform your mood into patience Holiday time always gets away Transform your mood into patience Holiday time always gets away

Asleep in the machine Why do I, always have to find myself Asleep in the machine Why do I, always have to find myself Asleep in the machine Why do I, always have to find myself Asleep in the machine Why do I, always have to find my way out

Transform your mood into patience Holiday time always gets away Transform your mood into patience Holiday time always gets away

Asleep in the machine Why do I, always have to find myself Asleep in the machine Why do I, always have to find myself Asleep in the machine Why do I, always have to find myself Asleep in the machine Why do I, always have to find my way out