School Of Seven Bells - Half Asleep

Sometimes I go whole days
listening bored, half sleep
I won't say anything
that's worth a thing to me
One day, suddenly,
time took a turn that
once felt so brief
I blinked to see polite ghosts
fading quickly
What begins as an unguarded
train of thoughts
slowly can become
an addiction to the slumber
of disconnection and the resonance
of memory that
no longer has a shape
but keeps you numb through
the hours till gone is another day
Be aware, my darling
these things I say I mean
are just traces of something
I long to feel again
I see our time expand
in the air almost forcibly,
spreading thinner till it
dissolves completely
What begins as an unguarded
train of thoughts
slowly can become
an addiction to the slumber
of disconnection and the resonance
of memory that
no longer has a shape
but keeps you numb through
the hours till gone is another day
Sometimes I go whole days
listening bored, half sleep
I won't say anything
that's worth a thing to me
One day, suddenly,
time took a turn that
once felt so brief
I blinked to see polite ghosts
fading quickly
What begins as an unguarded
train of thoughts
slowly can become
an addiction to the slumber
of disconnection and the resonance
of memory that
no longer has a shape
but keeps you numb through
the hours till gone is another day
Be aware, my darling
these things I say I mean
are just traces of something
I long to feel again
I see our time expand
in the air almost forcibly,
spreading thinner till it
dissolves completely
What begins as an unguarded
train of thoughts
slowly can become
an addiction to the slumber
of disconnection and the resonance
of memory that
no longer has a shape
but keeps you numb through
the hours till gone is another day

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