Reflection of the moonlight on the suede of my skin
I am sitting in silence staring at the sea
I am in the middle of a troubled wave
And I feel the tide will rise today
I would love to dream but the night won't let me sleep
I am waiting here for the world to appear
The world is a spectre, a spectre of light
And I am waiting here, in the void
Night is creeping quickly to my head
And white noise is pushing, tearing
The thread
Collection of postcards on the side of my bed
I am telling stories that I have never had
Hazy highlights sparkling on my head
I am waiting here for your face to appear
I had a dream, you and me in a house
Reflections of the morning light
Under your blouse
Reflection of the moonlight on the suede of my skin
I am sitting in silence staring at the sea
I am in the middle of a troubled wave
And I feel the tide will rise today
I had a dream, you and me in a house
Reflections of the morning light
Under your blouse