Perpetual Groove Left To Drifting
I think that I was still dreaming
Caught in the morning sun again
Torn from the branch and left to drifting
I try to take it in but everything
Escapes me once again
Is this an uncommon thing
To take ease and comfort in
Floating weightless in your eyes
What this fear I sense
It's all a game she says
I woke to find the day was crying
Somthing stirring in my brain
Step and fell into a memory
Washed away to pain
But the day will break me anyway
