Hours lost in a late-morning dream
Wrinkles in the sheets
Gaps between the memories
Our eyes, they scan the floor
In the shallow end of something more
Days will go by until we feel
The need to change something,
Fuck, anything else at all
Our eyes, they scan the floor
In the shallow end of something more
A memory, a world for those who sleep
A flight for a glance at what's underneath
Incomplete and what I need's in short supply
Something more, just out of reach
When do you think you'll wake up
When do you think you'll wake up
When do you think you'll wake up
When do you think you'll wake up
Touch me, don't want to be touched
a separate train car could not be far enough
Incomplete and what I need's in short supply
Something more to that look in your eye
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