A fight against the light
The dark has gone away,
I can't wake up,
With all the spots to hide
And blankets to cover me,
My body's made of baggy bones,
My stomach is a box of stones,
I'd grab ahold
but can't reach far,
I am some other me.
I'm in limbo, a see-saw state
In between
dreaming and morning,
The music plays
And gently sways
My thoughts towards the day,
And still my spirit
Rustles off into the grassy frey,
In the land of the living,
Nothing's there
For me to say.