The very last second before I wake up is the worst for me

The language I dream in's a little too rough on the lips for me

Little did I mean

Little did I say

Little did I show

Little did I think I cared

Little did I know it would haunt me every morning

The very last second before I wake up is the worst for me

The depth of my diving's a little too much on the lungs for me

Little was the tug

Pulling on the moon

Leveling the tides

Struck me like a tidal wave

Still I couldn't lose that which haunts me every morning

Break one spell

I cast another

All that magic spent on fluttering

The days don't set

They simply hover

Never quite there

Always in between

The very last second before I wake up is the worst for me

The polished of prisms could never refract all the light in me

Little did I mean

Little did I say

Little did I show

Little did I think I cared

Little did I know it would haunt me every morning

Break one spell

I cast another

All that magic spent on fluttering

The days don't set

They simply hover

Never quite there

Always in between

The moment I break one spell

I cast another

All that magic spent on fluttering

The days don't set

They simply hover

Never quite there

Always in between