The Awakening Lyrics
Impressions Of Winter The Awakening
My dear, I died so long ago
Cold is my heart, and dull my soul
Oh, I was sure to love you so
But all my mind’s a shapeless hole
Look, no more objects, no ideals
They’re shattered; and ahead no goal
No hand that guides, no hand that heals
Each day means going on the prowl
And morning comes; I’m thrown again
Out of the nightmares into day
And sleep is pain and wake is pain
Both ground and heaven slightly sway
Cold is my heart, and dull my soul
Oh, I was sure to love you so
But all my mind’s a shapeless hole
Look, no more objects, no ideals
They’re shattered; and ahead no goal
No hand that guides, no hand that heals
Each day means going on the prowl
And morning comes; I’m thrown again
Out of the nightmares into day
And sleep is pain and wake is pain
Both ground and heaven slightly sway




