Would you find it strange
If I touched your face
With my winter hands
Look how close we’re standing
On this evening train
Would it be fine if we stayed
Where I can feel your warmth
And my lungs expanding
Oh God I’m terrified of landing
Could it be
There’s been a misunderstanding

If I fell asleep
Would I wake to familiar arms
Lifting me out of this car
Into a single bed
Where the morning would clear my head
Of all the things that I’d dreamt

You are every man
Made of concrete plans
Full of walls and doors
And sturdy ceilings
I am sinking sand
I am barren land
I am quietly stranded
I am barely breathing
Could it be that these feelings
Have been misleading

If I fell asleep
Would I wake to familiar arms
lifting me out of this car
Into a single bed
Where the morning
Would clear my head
Of all the things that I’d dreamt
If I touched your cheek
Could you be the passage light
Guiding my eyes in the night
Til I drift away
And the morning
Could wake me up
To tell me that she’d stay