Half Asleep - School of Seven Bells

Sometimes I go whole days

Listening, bored, half asleep

I won’t say anything

That’s worth a thing to me

One day, suddenly time

Took a turn that once felt so brief

I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly

What begins as an unguarded

Train of thoughts slowly can become

An addiction to the slumber

Of disconnection and resonance

Of memory that no longer has a shape

But keeps you numb through

The hours till gone is another day

Be aware, my darling

These things I say I mean

Are just traces of something

I long to feel again

I see our time expand

In the air almost forcibly

Spreading thinner till it dissolves completely

What begins as an unguarded

Train of thoughts slowly can become

An addiction to the slumber

Of disconnection and resonance

Of memory that no longer has a shape

But keeps you numb through

The hours till gone is another day