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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