i'm so tired in the mornings i try to go back i try to remember the light appearing without warning tying up my hands like i'm good for nothing if nothing else i can dream i can dream i'll never tell never tell all i've seen right in front of me like the ghost of every thing that i could be for the night sky is an ocean black distant sea washing up to my window all the stray dog night owl junkies orphans vagabonds angels who lost their halos if nothing else i can dream i can dream i'll never tell never tell all i've seen right in front of me, like the ghost of every thing that i could be in the cool and callous grip of reality words in my head like misfits after midnight begging for a light words left unsaid they may never see the light of day and that may be okay if nothing else i can dream