Waking in time,
Slowly crossing the line
Touching my face,
How did I get to this place
If sins were colors
They’d all be gray
Yet my ship in a cracked bottle
Sails another day
Coming to
I feel the throbbing in my head
Coming to
I hear the sobbing from my bed
Coming to
I feel the weight in my legs
Coming to
Clouded voices in my head