More To Speak Of Songtext

I come home, eyes are all red, hair is all messy.
I can't figure out what made you cling to me
in the doorway of my building.

I have this kind-of-disturbing,
stomach-upset coffee-drinking feeling.

Night goes by without sleep, no use for dreaming.
I'm alive, I am awake, my eyes are shining,
and my skin's been brushed by lightning.