Self Involved

11: 34 in the evening
 and you're sleeping next to me.
 I want to wake you,
 gently shake you,
 but my demons won't let me.
 Instead I grow tired
 from thinking all damn day.
 A dream approaches gently
 and I gladly surrender.
 There's this angel. There's these clouds.
 There's this disbelief away from worlds of doubt.
 There's this feeling. There's this kiss.
 There's this endless, streaming bliss.
 Suddenly my eyes open
 and I wake up with a jolt.
 Somehow I don't phase you.
 I take my pillow and go.
 The TV offers comfort
 in the form of Jenny Jones.
 My pessimism dissipates
 as I drift away again.
 There's this moon and all these stars.
 I kind of wonder where you are.
 But then this feeling. Then this kiss.
 Then this endless, streaming bliss.
 Everything shines like crystal.
 I'm light on balanced feet.
 In this dream, as I'm dancing,
 I finally feel complete.
 Everything shines like crystal.
 I'm light on balanced feet.
 In this dream, as I'm dancing,
 I finally feel complete.
 There's this angel. There's these clouds.
 There's this disbelief away from worlds of doubt.
 There's this feeling. There's this kiss.
 There's this endless, streaming bliss.
 There's this moon and all these stars.
 I kind of wonder where you are.
 But then this feeling. Then this kiss.
 Then this endless, streaming bliss.