Awoke in the chair and you silently stare at the ceiling.
The clock upon the wall pounds like a drum,
You try to rise then realise the feeling.
Bound in the room that you tried to hard to flee from,
Bathed in the light of a fiercely bright Sunday morning.
A distant window hides a winter breeze,
A voice carries on hoping someone might be listening,
Carrying songs her heart may free and release.
Oh I’ve laid traps for love to enter my heart
And all I’ve caught so far was free from the start.
Eyes shining bright in the warm summer night of the city,
Feeling that a loneliness will fade.
Wouldn’t you know that you never tried to know me,
You wouldn’t notice at all if I went away.
It’s enough to make you feel like growing older without someone who never need to part.
It’s the devil’s voice you hear upon you shoulder saying run.
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