Out Of Dreams

Cold early morning light Keeping her from you Could have let it go Out of dreams again And right through your fingers But what do they hold? It's about to happen Until you get left behind Calling out to her A makeshift mind where you don't know Just a temporary thought Keeping me from you But every time you show up Out of dreams she said Couldn't let it go Until tomorrow It's about to happen Until you get left behind Calling out to her A makeshift mind where you don't know In between; when you're lonely In-between thoughts of me It's about to happen Until you get left behind Calling out to her A makeshift mind where you don't know