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