Awake At Last
Awake At Last

Black blue jeans on a four-post bed
Breath so close it’s inside my head
The night comes slow but it’s gone so fast
Was it all a dream, I’m awake at last

Oooooo

Tree-top glare through my window-pane
I was born right here in this thirsty flame
I see spinning stars, I feel blades of grass
Was it all a dream, I’m awake at last

Oooooo

The view can change from a roof looking down
Where the brambles grew there’s a postcard town
And it’s one small glimpse through the looking glass
Was it all a dream, I’m awake at last

Oooooo