Fever Dream

I woke up at 4 from a fever dream

Where are the days when we floated out of time?

You close the door, you close the heart

All the stuff I feel that we were never getting to

Like feather in the road, black with rain

All the years are stuck to the years before

What we are is what we were

So I can't go back

No, I can't go back anymore

And the night lies on the land

I feel the shifting of the seasons

The death of an old idea

Yet my days

Feel out of hand

I've been favoring you for something

When I should be out there, changing how I feel about you

Changing how I feel about you

I woke up at 4 from a fever dream

You were watching me from a darkened door

What we were is what we are

But I can't go back

No, I can't go back anymore

And the night lies on the land

I feel the shifting of the seasons

The death of an old idea

Yet my days

Feel out of hand

I've been picturing you as something

When I should be out there, changing what I feel about you

Changing how I feel about you

Changing how I feel about you

Changing how I feel about you