Nation Of Language - Reality

He stumbles from his home
He's only late for work is all
His mind is set to off
Just seated at the edge of town

He's sick of waiting for the sound of something more
That's the only certainty
He's sick of waiting for the sound of the way she walked
Up to the door

And he says
I will synthesize
Some kind of waking dream
Reality is nothing to me
Where I won't be as hopeless as I seem
Some kind of waking dream
Reality is nothing to me
Cause right now I feel so low

Hey hey hey
He's just walking inside tonight
The old rooms that he knows by sight
There's nowhere to go but

He's sick of waiting for the sound of something more
That's the only certainty
He's sick of waiting for the soundless cue to stop
Pacing the floor

And he says
I will synthesize
Some kind of waking dream
Reality is nothing to me
Where I won't be as hopeless as I seem
Some kind of waking dream
Reality is nothing to me
‘Cause right now I feel so low