Six in the mornin,
I can't get back to sleep,
Too many late nights,
So tired I want to weep,
Not looking to start the day,
but I don't have no choice,
it's time to get up now,
I need to find my voice.

Four in the mornin,
Awake but still asleep,
She creeps out and down the road,
To climb one hundred feet,
She's a little mad, but
She don't have much to say,
When she's finally woken,
Somebody turns to say,

(Chorus):
INSOMNIAC, time for a little savour,
Drink the moment, a special gift to you...
SLEEPWALKER, get back to bed you're not safe up there,
Why do you do the things you do?