the kettle can whisper the kettle can shout the pills can pull but they always give out nothing can take me less keeps me there cause sleep is a beast polar and bare tossing and turning awake in the night helplessly burning up in candlelight holding on tightly to all that is real cause when the dark falls i ll burn what i feel i don t think i know how to rest mellow and slow i just made my bed on the storm inside my head my thoughts will stutter and my mind will race my heart is a bird and my head is a cage if i abandon hope of a key maybe the lock will break and make free i don t think i know how to rest mellow and slow i just made my bed on the storm inside my head hours and hours in the day rest i spend awake hours and hours in the night it s the rest i try to fight  i don t think i know how to rest mellow and slow i just made my bed on the storm inside my 