I want to wake up
I'm in the back seat and I need to wake up
While tomorrow, at least, is still in reach
The stones blur when I look out the window
I can feel my arms more than ever
We are passing these old hospitals and I know, that inside
Grown men are screaming into pillows
And again we come back to this
Me. Making decisions
And you. All of you.
Perfectly aware that I'm terrified
Of waking up.
But I'd do it if you were positive that you aren't sure.
I'd stand on hallowed, hollowed ground
I'd clench my fists.
I'd read the label.
I'd stand still.
I'd be alone.
But I need you to make promises
Amongst others,
Promise me I'll wake up in a city that never wakes up.
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