Stikkord

Det blir mye musikk i løpet av arbeidsdagen. Det er nødvendig å stenge mennesker ute innimellom. Spesielt på dager som dette. Har jobbet med en presentasjon som skal holdes på mandag og hjernen vil ikke alltid være strukturert.

Det er så fint at det finnes så mange flinke mennesker der ute i verden. Mennesker som kan gi oss umusikalske litt rykning i stortåa. Lissie gjør det med meg.

Ja, og så minner denne sangen meg om noen.

I lay awake at night and pray
Not to see the light of day
I wonder how to behave right
He has left me such a mess
Counting to protest
My mind can’t get no rest

Fast asleep where I keep my memories
Calling me out in dreams
He visits me
What will be
Will I see him again soon?
Oh oh oh oh

Why am I so terrified of waking?
He’s gone and I feel I’ve been forsaken
In sleep is the only place I get to see him, get to love him

The scene, a city after dawn
Becomes a field of corn
And I’ve had this one before

Fast asleep where I keep my memories
Calling me out in dreams
He visits me
What will be
Will I see him again soon?
Oh oh oh oh

Why am I so terrified of waking?
He’s gone and I feel I’ve been forsaken
In sleep is the only place I get to see him, get to love him

I know that when the story ends
The one that’s in my head
Well, I’ll be alone again

Why am I so terrified of waking?
He’s gone and I feel I’ve been forsaken
In sleep is the only place I get to see him, get to love him
Be with him
I love him, I love him, I love him