More to Speak of Lyrics

I come home, eyes are all red, hair is all messy.
I can't figure out what made you cling to me
In the doorway of my building.

I have this kind-of-disturbing,
Stomach-upset coffee-drinking feeling.

Night goes by without sleep, no use for dreaming.
I'm alive, I am awake, my eyes are shining,
And my skin's been brushed by lightning.

Last time I had this, I was less old,
Less wrinkled, less scarred, more to speak of.