I saw you standing at the foot of my bed
Or was it Tuesday three weeks back instead?
The hours fold like paper birds
I can't remember if you spoke the words
There's water rising in the living room or maybe dead
Was just the afternoon light that bends through window glass
I'm losing track of what has come
Am I awake?
Am I awake?
Which one is the mistake?
Walking through my life asleep Swimming in the shallow deep
Every door leads back to here
Can't tell what is real,
my dear
Can't tell what is real
I find your handwriting on pages I don't know messages
From mouths I've never known Did I write these myself last night?
And the room was full And nothing felt quite right
Days
are melting into one
Can't
remember what I've done
Is this waking?
Is this rest?
Which version of me knows best?
Walking through my life asleep
Swimming in the shallow deep
Swimming in the shallow deep Every door leads back to here
Can't tell what is real,
my dear Can't tell what is real
Can't tell what is real Am I awake?