-I feel me breathing in your sleep can you feel it?-
grazing your lips with my fingertips
we wake up a few times
to speak of dreams that make it hard to sleep
-are you dying in your dreams
i know sometimes i can feel it
turn into to stone by the light of morning
disappear without meaning
are you taking up time
that thoughts pressing thru my mind
oh baby, i’m fine
can you believe it?
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
-I feel me breathing in your sleep can you feel it?-
grazing your lips with my fingertips
we wake up a few times
to speak of dreams that make it hard to sleep
-are you dying in your dreams
i know sometimes i can feel it
turn into to stone by the light of morning
disappear without meaning
are you taking up time
that thoughts pressing thru my mind
oh baby, i’m fine
can you believe it?
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