It's that time in the morning, around quarter past eight When I'm drifting away from an unconscious state When I'm not asleep, but I'm not yet awake Lately it's my favourite time of the day When I'm holding on 'Cause reality hasn't set And you're not quite gone, yet When my eyes are still closed, on the edge of my dreams I can put up a fight against my memories When my heart is at rest, and my mind is still free But I'm seconds away from the pain seeping in I'll be holding on To that moment again and again When you're not quite gone, yet I'll be holding on To that moment again and again When you're not quite gone, yet