verse 1 Sometimes I go whole days, listening, bored, half asleep I won't say anything, that's worth a thing to me one day, Suddenly time took a turn that once felt so brief I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly What begins as an unguarded train of thoughts slowly can become An addiction to the slumber of disconnection And resonance of memory that no longer has a shape But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day verse 2 Be aware, my darling, these things I say I mean are Just traces of something I long to feel again I see our time expand in the air almost forcibly Spreading thinner till it dissolves completely Interlude What begins as an unguarded train of thoughts slowly can become An addiction to the slumber of disconnection And resonance of memory that no longer has a shape But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day