Sleeper

I guess it’s coming round I keep on looking out the window Animated in the shadow of your gaze I can only picture it I keep assuming what it feels like Fascinated by the order of the day  And I weight your words  To bring those same sounds Throughout the summer well be getting around Liberated by the toil and the trade I can only picture it I am forgetting what it felt like Cos things are different now, gone are the days  Oh what a way to work (A way, to work, a way, to work)   And it feels like home  When your here with me  Although it’s gone  You’ll never be  And I feel it all Like it was yesterday  My heart was shorn But our soul remains