It's like I'm falling out of bed From a long, weary dream The sweetest flowers and fruits hang from trees Falling off the giant bird that's been carrying me It's like I'm falling out of bed From a long and weary dream Just exactly as I remember Every root Every gesture I'm a heart in cold ground Like I'm falling out of bed From a long and weary dream Finally I'm free of all the weight I've been carrying As my woman blows her cover In the eye of the beholder I'm a fish now out of water Falling off a giant bird that's been carrying me I fell open I laid under At the tip count I was just a number I wanna tip it over And lay back under And if you think this is over Then you're wrong If you think this is over Then you're wrong If you think this is over Then you're wrong (Wake me up, wake me up) If you think this is over Then you're wrong (Wake me up, wake me up) Like I'm falling out of bed From a long, weary dream The sweetest flowers and fruits hang from trees When I ask you again When I ask you again Wake me up Wake me up Wake me up Wake me up Wake me up Wake me up Wake me up Wake me up
portrait of this blog's author - by Stephen Blackman 2008
Wednesday, October 18, 2023
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