Waking in the early morning
To the sound of all your sweaters
And your ragged magazines

Keeping eyes closed
So you will not know
That I am floating somewhere
In between the hole in my dreams

And I cannot begin to
Find the words to tell you
Of how afraid I am
Of never moving forward in my life
And I cannot begin
Fight my way through this roof
So I stay inside,
Pull the covers to my eyes

And it makes me
Hide
Take me on this
Ride

Wishing you were waiting for me
With a bottle of rose, on a Sunday afternoon
Wishing we could just move slowly
But afraid of all the consequences slow movements do

And I cannot begin to
Find my honest and true
Or past the televised importance of
All the things we do
And I cannot begin to
Fight my way through this roof
So I stay inside
Pull the covers to my eyes

And it makes me
Hide
Take me on this
Ride

And I wait
Yes I wait
I wait
Yes I wait

And it makes me
Hide
Take me on this
Ride

Hide
Take me on this
Ride

Hide
Take me on this
Ride

Hide
Hide
Hide
Hide

Take me on this
Ride
Ride
Ride

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