Swimming Through Molasses

There's a light inside my head
 Flickering but almost dead
 My will to be awake
 Covered in two tons of sand
 More weighed down than when I began
 Impossible to get up now, it's too late
 And I feel like moving on
 And I feel like getting on with life
 To feel the presence of the sun on my face
 Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape
 My room is an empty cave
 Darkness swallows up the day
 The shades are always drawn
 Skin as pale as dirty soap
 Eyes that do nothing but close
 Can't even see that my love of life is gone
 And I feel like moving on
 And I feel like getting on with life
 To feel the presence of the sun on my face
 Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape
 Oh, outside my bed it's cold
 Each day I'm swimming through molasses
 How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes?
 Each day I'm swimming through molasses
 Oh, outside my bed it's cold
 Each day I'm swimming through molasses
 How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes?
 Each day I'm swimming through molasses
 Covered in two tons of sand
 More weighed down than when I began
 Impossible to get up now, it's too late
 And I feel like moving on
 And I feel like getting on with life
 To feel the presence of the sun on my face
 Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape
 Oh, outside my bed it's cold
 Each day I'm swimming through molasses
 How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes?
 Each day I'm swimming through molasses