Fading Between Waking

He falls through sleep

With morning out of reach

He counts the cracks in a ceiling made of rain

Every door he finds turns back into a lane

His hands feel heavy,

his name comes late Somewhere a window waits,

but will not break

If he calls his own name

Will it reach him at all

If the sun is outside Why does it feel so small

Wake me if I am drifting too far

Wake me if I forget where we are

He is running in place under a fading moon

Not sure if the dawn can find him soon

He sees his coat on a chair beside the bed

But every thread becomes a river in his head

He tries to stand,

the floor bends slow

The clock has hands that never know

Maybe waking is another room

Maybe sleep is wearing his face

He reaches for a reason

And finds only space

Wake me if I am drifting too far

Wake me if I forget where we are

He is running in place under a fading moon Not sure if

the dawn can find him soon (ooh) bring him back,

bring him back slow

He waits for morning

Eyes closed, still listening

Wake me, if I can