Another Kind of Light
I lay upon a stranger's bed
The mattress hard and sharp
There is no comfort here tonight
My fear plays with the dread
My mind is frail; my thoughts are pale
I'd like to nail them down
My heart is pounding, time is gone
I feel my slow, slow breath
I wish I had the dreams of old
I wish I had the will to turn
I wish I had the hopes I held
As I lay upon this bed of cold
I wish I could embrace those hopes
As they twist and pace and burn
I wish I could remember them
I wish I heard their sweet, sweet songs
I'd hold their frozen hands in mine
I'd carry them along
Yeah, I'd carry them along
I'd kiss that frozen child of mine
And carry him along
I have regrets, but none so hard
As when I saw the light turn dark
As when I heard the lock again
When with his magic, brilliant pen
The doctor signed me in again
Sometimes fate is not so kind
It puts us back in time
It pulls us hard against ourselves
Like a siren in the rain
Like a muted siren fading
In the black, coughing rain
Now I feel the hand of time
It grips my mind, turns out the light
The room spins round with colors white
To stay awake you have to fight
They'll come for you if you don't fight
I lay upon this stranger’s bed
I lay without a plan
Perhaps I’ll find that I am me
Perhaps I’ll find that I can’t be
Perhaps I’ll never give a damn
Perhaps again the door will slam
There is no comfort here tonight
The room spins round; where is the light
I feel the creeping ice of night
Lay on my soul with fingers white
My breath is slow, my thoughts are frail
My heart is weak, my muscles fail
The siren fades into the night
And leaves another kind of light
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