Fake Empire :: The National
The smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen and the kids off at school, while I lie in bed recovering from a Winter illness. My mind is still stuck in that just emerged from a dream state even though I have been up and around for hours. I know that a part of me would like to throw these blankets all the way up and over me and fall back to sleep.
Would I find you in my dreams if I tried?
I know that there are things to do, and songs to sing, and places to be. But maybe, for just a stolen moment, I would rather pretend it is still dark outside, that the stars will still be shining, and that it still made sense to say good night.
“Turn the light out say goodnight,
no thinking for a little while,
lets not try to figure out everything at once.
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky.”