Woke up this morning with the sun on my face
Pastel paintings on the walls of my room
Light beams dancing on the covers of my bed
Stopping to catch a breath in the space you used to be
This is far from coincidence
Connected in random moments
A functional dysfunction
Becomes a repeated occurrence
I stand isolated from the thought of my being
Unable to break the ice around my heart
Is there a reason I should be listening to myself again
When I know by nightfall my world will be dead once more
This is far from coincidence
Connected in random moments
A functional dysfunction
Is a repeated occurrence
Take my hand as I walk into the great unknown
I'll see you on the other side smiling
I'll see your tears aren't exactly real
Take my hand we'll wake from the world