Viewer Situated
Was asleep for half a drive
Can't convince me otherwise
Woke up in the afternoon
Another round, another fight
Fever facts Ain't that just the way sometimes
I am
Dreams make sound, we just can't stay asleep
Cause I'll ride with you in between See you now,
I can't be incomplete
In the soft mornings The sun spills over the kitchen counter
A tender touch,
almost forgiving Particles of dust suspended in the light
Caught for a moment in a silent dance Revealing their quiet,
constant presence
Much echoes of your absence that refuse to fade
To move is to play
To move is to play
To move is to play
You treat me like an angel,
I'm like an angel You treat me like an angel,
I'm like an angel
