shadows approaching
lavender days
without breath
on the doorstep
immovable dew
wakes the glassy morning
and we swim
happily
on wintery sills
but in our dark rooms
painted so white
we sleep tight
in the sandbox
that time leaves behind
and for our eyes relief
that sleep
can never remember
and that we cannot keep
no, that we cannot keep
and my dreams
they shake me awake
like a break in the hour glass
of my lonesome mind
and with insight into what I cannot see
i start to believe
my imagination
and the thoughts
that put me to sleep
and that I cannot keep
no, that we cannot keep
lavender days
without breath
on the doorstep
immovable dew
wakes the glassy morning
and we swim
happily
on wintery sills
but in our dark rooms
painted so white
we sleep tight
in the sandbox
that time leaves behind
and for our eyes relief
that sleep
can never remember
and that we cannot keep
no, that we cannot keep
and my dreams
they shake me awake
like a break in the hour glass
of my lonesome mind
and with insight into what I cannot see
i start to believe
my imagination
and the thoughts
that put me to sleep
and that I cannot keep
no, that we cannot keep