Saturday, February 18, 2012

Hear Me


It is me that I want to see tomorrow morning
nobody else will do

I can't even look anymore to see if I am there
in here I know that it is me

Out there I won't go look for you
smiling alone I've gone

A nearby clock is too far past
it's time to run, it's time to see me through

I've dreams colored music coming over me now
they are everything, the only thing

That rhythm is so criminal, it is so needed
what I want is so easily overtaken by it

It remains the only thing so blaringly real
how could I not realize it's me calling me now

We all dream staring into a mirror waiting for ourselves
broken children playing asleep

it has been too long since we've kept our eyes open long enough
sleeping souls can't wake up fast enough

I hear it and want it to be every word I say
every word I say