Weaving, my thoughts drift away
Comes morning light, another day
Straight forward view of you remains
Scenes of still-life, a passing frame
My fingertips upon your arms
Pulling away, losing my charm
Woken up here
Where we once were
Not self aware, seems now a blur
My fingertips upon your arms
Pulling away, losing my charm
Woken up here
Where we once were
Not self aware, seems now a blur
