You’re left with just a picture that survived a dream. You want to hide away from the world and it’s crazy schemes. If you could stand within this moment, Catch hold of what’s left by the tide, You might sweep away the silt And see what my love means.
Sometimes I just wake up in the morning and there it is invading my thoughts, screwing with my self-concept, smashing my ambition. I turn to ask, “HEY –WHO LET YOU IN HERE?”
You’re left with just a picture that survived a dream. You want to hide away from the world and it’s crazy schemes. If you could stand within this moment, Catch hold of what’s left by the tide, You might sweep away the silt And see what my love means.
Sometimes I just wake up in the morning and there it is invading my thoughts, screwing with my self-concept, smashing my ambition. I turn to ask, “HEY –WHO LET YOU IN HERE?”
