It feels like dying, but I’m not dead.
Reaching Sideways, across my bed.
It looks like leaving, but I’m still here.
Second glancing, at you, my dear.
I’ve made a framework, for wings made out of wax.
Just strong enough that I could fly.
You can bottle dreaming, to send me to the sun.
Just close enough, to terrify…
It tastes like drinking, but I’m not drunk.
Raising glasses, to enforce my funk.
It smells like the fire, has been snuffed out.
By half-time half-pints. Its my fallout.
I’ve made a framework, for wings made out of wax.
Just strong enough that I could fly.
You can bottle dreaming, to send me to the sun.
Just close enough, to terrify…
It feels like dreaming, but I’m not asleep.
Moontime glassed eyes, inclined to weep.
It felt like crying, but my eyes weren’t wet.
Staring lifeless, but I’m not dead.
I’ve made a framework, for wings made out of wax.
Just strong enough that I could fly.
You can bottle dreaming, to send me to the sun.
Just close enough, to terrify…
Lyrics by John Berry