Fever Dream

I woke up at four from a fever dream Where are the days when we floated out of time? You close a door, do you close the heart? All the stuff I feared that we were never getting to Like feathers 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 Favouring you for something When I should be out there Changing how I feel about you I woke up at four 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 Picturing you as something When I should be out there Changing what I feel about you