sleepwalking

This night, these moments.
And I am sitting in this wheel of lost time.
You are going, and the ghosts are praying.
1,2,3...1,2,3
I fell asleep on the table with your picture in my hand
and all the birds are flying out of our past
We're all still a part of everything that we were
And we'll all float along with everything
And in turn, we'll all fall apart with everything
But we'll learn just what things are like outside our heads
3,4,5...3,4,5
I am waiting for your hand
and sleep aswell to become more time
The time is gone, is gone, gone?
jounce travel, screaming, is that all?
I want more. more...

Sick of all these pictures.
You stand there in the door, looking in this kind of sunlight
I lost my words, my eyes wide open
And the the dust is coming up that hill...
Whishing.
Breathing.