Sleeper-TRAAMS

I guess it's coming round

I keep on looking out the window

Animated in the shadow of your gaze



I can only picture it

I keep assuming what it feels like

Fascinated by the order of the day

And I weight your words



To bring those same sounds

Throughout the summer well be getting around

Liberated by the toil and the trade



I can only picture it

I am forgetting what it felt like

Cos things are different now, gone are the days

Oh what a way to work (a way, to work, a way, to work)



And it feels like home

When your here with me

although it's gone

You'll never be

And I feel it all

Like it was yesterday

My heart was shorn

But our soul remains