Song #1

Been awake a long time.

Been awake been a birdsong in my chambers.

Seen a broken pattern,

Seen a broken world swimming round this place.

Been a broken man seen him in his place.

And there’s no plan here, just a disconnected elegance.

And only tired lungs can laugh like mine.

And only tired lungs can laugh like mine.

But the day is done, and tired eyes must die.

Too tired for my bed,

Too tired for my bed and the things that ring,

In such a tired head,

In a place like this there’s beauty to find,

But it’s not a thing for your wakeful eyes.

It’s not a thing for your childish hands or your roughshod love

And only tired lungs can laugh like mine.

And only tired lungs can laugh like mine.

But the day is done, and tired eyes must die.

But still I’ll sleep

But still I’ll sleep and this day dies with me.

Full of silence,

Full of light and this age I’ll leave behind,

And I’ll see stars I’ll breath fire and snowflakes,

And there’s no joy in sleeping hands and dreaming heartbeats