you're not the sun. it's just a light. waking on a sunday morning. . you're not the church. it's just the bells. ringing sweetly through the house. . and if this sense of mind.
So I wake up on my way east I'm ironing out this crease that sleeps underneath. me. 1 for sorrow and 2 for killjoy, 3 the girl who gets to the boy. freeing the girl who gets to remote-control me.
you can keep breathing. i only fall when you are near me. incomplete. i only talk when you can hear me. keep dreaming. can't wake up until i'm sleeping.