Why have I become so restless in the night?
The quiet and darkness fall heavy on me.
It leads me away from what was always right.
I was blind, but here, I cannot see.

The quiet and darkness fall so heavy on me
When I lie still under the sheets on my bed.
I was never blind, but here, I cannot see
For, in fright, the sheets cover my head.

When I lie still under the sheets on my bed,
My imagination runs free and wild,
But, in fright, the sheets cover my head.
Still, I long for a life not yet defiled.

My imagination runs free and wild
When I dream of excitement under dazzling stars,
And I long for a life not yet defiled
By setting broken hopes on shelves in jars.

When I dream of excitement under dazzling stars,
I’m led away from what was always right.
By setting broken hopes on shelves in jars,
I have become so restless in the night.