(only sleep)

a little worse for wear
a little better for wear
a new dawn dawns

haven’t we been here before?
(sleep, only sleep)

yes, it was by the misting fiery lake that summer
and on the Christmas-bulbed balcony that winter
and in the candlelight of that night
and in the caress of that moment
(sleep)

markers along the way weave a fugue
flowing in counterpoint, fragmented in harmony
(only sleep)

so are souls made solid by songs of loss and gain

a little worse for wear
a little better for wear

dammit
(coffee)