perfect blue buildings

It's 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday.
It doesn't get much worse than this.
In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle
Of these lives which are completely meaningless,
Help me stay awake, I'm fallin'...

Asleep in perfect blue buildings,
Beside the green apple sea,
I wanna get me a little oblivion, baby,
And try to keep myself away from me.