Fall asleep
Dream so deep
All the hopes of today
Have now passed away
All that's left
Is history's quest
To remind us of
What is not yet
And you move...
Somewhere in here—
Someone appears
Somewhere in here
I might find light
Someone appears
Under my disguise
I'm over my head
In what looks like the end
And I don't have a plan
But it might be my chance
To say what
Has yet to be said
Has yet to be loved
Has yet to have breath
Words and music by Brody Bond. © Brody Bond. All rights reserved.