and i've become just like a terrible mess, searching the lines in my face for something more beautiful than is there, but the crowds keep me coming back, cheering. in my dreams, i see you asleep in a twin bed, the covers pulled up over your head. am i asleep or awake? it's morning and the captain is playing the radio, and he's just put the paint on his new boat. am i asleep or awake? it just feels good when we're waking up, it just feels good when you're next to me, it just feels good when you're coming home, it just feels good when it's waking up my slumbering heart. ☆
