my anticipation was so high i couldn't sleep

having had a dream the night before so bittersweet

when we were working hard at finding nothing that was true

i run my mind in circles trying not to think of you

reflections of that mortal face and eyes shining like stars

the very essence of your glare is never very far

restless times we knew are shadows on behalf of you

i am in the basement where we rolled around the pavement

like dancers to the boogaloo

you came into me, a spark i couldn't see

a breeze that i can hold on to

and you rolled me round that northern plain where birds were humming free

staring at infinity

restless times we knew are shadows on behalf of you

so when you're laying down inside that temple of a room

anticipating my appearance in the bitter moon

expecting me to walk right in and settle in a chair

you've learned to trust your innocence you smell me in the air

visions that you see are shadows on behalf of me