8 Full Hours Of SLEEP

When you sleep, no one is homeless. When you sleep, you can't feel the hunger. When you sleep, no one is lonely in a dream. Without classes, without nations. When you sleep, she's standing there with open arms and one night could last forever. And if you asked her, she'd never let go. And you'd stay forever. The sun's always rising in the sky somewhere. And if young hearts should explode from all the lies they've been told, let the new night bring you peace and the promise of tomorrow. Where we can wake, to a new beginning. Tomorrow, I'll all but have lost their faces, my friends and family. Memories of all we had and the times we should have lived. And tomorrow, America just might fall apart. Tomorrow, tell me where will you wake up. Beyond title, beyond lease, careers and laws, something more than borders on a map. The sun's always falling in the sky somewhere. And if young hearts should explode, from all the lies they've been told, to live through one night like this. I would trade it for the silence

"8 Full Hours of Sleep" by Against Me