Sleeping hours

By Spacegoat

On Superstition

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In sleeping hours turning the sea on tears

Drinking the bitter, how could I even blink

In sleeping hours when skies are pink and purple

Branches that sing, all the screams undone

In sleeping hours when I can feel your hands

Hugging my dreams, how could I even breathe

In sleeping hours, what you got to do

When you cannot deliberate in this eternal sea

In sleeping hours no matter where you are

You are waiting for me, I know that you do

In sleeping hours, what you are going to do

When you cannot deliberate in this eternal sea