If you could feel what I can feel,
Sleep would be kept from you too,
Watching the sheep count my dreams,
Waiting for the rain to start,
Torn into pieces before the dawn,
Phantoms twitch into life,
They watch me squirm on the edge of a knife
Imaginary tunes ring in my ears,
Dancing round the room held up by strings,
Never ending words upon a canvas soul,
fluttering ribbons on a maypole,
Waiting for the clocks to laugh,
The mists of time choke my breath,
If you could feel what I can feel,
Sleep would be kept from you too.
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
If you could feel what I can feel,
Sleep would be kept from you too,
Watching the sheep count my dreams,
Waiting for the rain to start,
Torn into pieces before the dawn,
Phantoms twitch into life,
They watch me squirm on the edge of a knife
Imaginary tunes ring in my ears,
Dancing round the room held up by strings,
Never ending words upon a canvas soul,
fluttering ribbons on a maypole,
Waiting for the clocks to laugh,
The mists of time choke my breath,
If you could feel what I can feel,
Sleep would be kept from you too.
