I woke up at four from a fever dream
Where are the days when we floated out of time?
You close a door, do you close the heart?
All the stuff I feared that we were never getting to

Like feathers in the road black with rain
All the years are stuck to the years before
What we are is what we were
So I can’t go back, no I can’t go back anymore

And the night lies on the land
I feel the shifting of the seasons
The death of an old idea
Yet my days feel out of hand
Favouring you for something
When I should be out there
Changing how I feel about you

I woke up at four from a fever dream
You were watching me from a darkened door
What we were is what we are
But I can’t go back, no I can’t go back anymore

And the night lies on the land
I feel the shifting of the seasons
The death of an old idea
Yet my days feel out of hand
Picturing you as something
When I should be out there
Changing what I feel about you