wake in the morning sunlight
with birds that ring in your dreams like tiny lizards sighing
and you won't wake
and my eyes strain
and the beat of the drum
it's the sound of my heart that's breaking
and you won't wake
i try to write it down though my arm hurts
and my eyes strain
i try to write it down though my arm hurts
and my eyes strain
it's just another piece of something to hold onto
just another piece of something to hold onto
just another piece of something to hold onto
just another piece of something to hold onto
just another piece of something to hold onto
i wake in the morning sunlight
your words they ring in my dreams like all my visions dying
and you awake