I slept for 40 years. I lived off thoughts of you and I until the fever broke
Chokehold philosophy; I never hoped outside the lines until you said my name
Be someone, all I hear is "be someone" and all I see is you
Fabric Catastrophe; I've counted sheep from months to years that swear they have no fold
My dear please lay your hand on me. You are the nerve by which I fight in every song I sing
Be someone, all I hear is "be someone" and all I see is you
When all feels lost, your lips pull the words from the page my love
When all is lost you say, "There will be time, there will be time."