Album: Close to the Glass
Soon he comes steppin’ in
He fills the room like water
I can’t breathe
Are you sleeping still?
Throw your sheets, I’ll take you by the hand
Streets, cars, all in a line
His voice sounds so familiar, dry and small
Are you sleeping still?
So say your prayer, but please don’t pray for us
One line uneven still
One breath blow
One line uneven still
One breath blow