Last Night Into This Morning

The day after feels surreal. I’m not supposed to be here. There was no time to heal, There is no time to fear. What happened to appreciating life, I thought every breath was priceless. In my dreams I had a wife, Would she care if I was lifeless? The sun shone brightly, It blinded me as it shone right through. But I’ll visit her nightly, Because I know it was you. There was no face I could see, But I knew that voice, that laughter. Is it a sign of prosperity, A sign I should chase after? I saw only her hands and feet, Her scars and her body. As I awoke I took a seat, And looked at a life so shoddy. I awoke with tears in my eyes, Hoping to fall back to bed. Every night a piece of me dies, As I’m forced to live in my head. I can’t feel you dreaming of me, I can’t feel you dreaming. Is it me that you see, In the starry haze gleaming? Can you feel me dreaming of you, Can you feel me dreaming? Could you show me what to do, As I awake scared and screaming? I still hear your sobs and heavy breath, Your sorrowful reply robs me of my death. I lie awake for most of my day, Just waiting for the presence of sleep. If I could have it my way, I’d never awake from a love I could keep. I can’t feel you dreaming of me, Can you feel me dreaming of you? Will you leave me, beneath the sea? The dream I crave, I’ll forever claim true.