It's three in the afternoon
And I want nothing more
Than to sleep so soundly
On a couch in the darkest room.
But the day—it keeps on calling—
And I have to answer soon,
Since if I don't, I'll be quite stuck
On a couch in the darkest room.
It's three in the afternoon
And I want nothing more
Than to sleep so soundly
On a couch in the darkest room.
But the day—it keeps on calling—
And I have to answer soon,
Since if I don't, I'll be quite stuck
On a couch in the darkest room.