Spontaneous Skylights 2

Morning comes an hour late I must have fallen through the dark If I see a bed from outer space Trust me, I know how to fall Spinning seeds Follow me Through the roof To seas of sheets Morning comes, an unfamiliar face I must've been somebody else In the picture, I can see another me In the picture, the roof exists Now the shingles separate again So that the gray smoke lifts your freckled arms We go back to where we begin All the patterns keep our thoughts swimming Spinning seeds They follow me Through the roof To seas of sheets Spinning seeds Follow me Through the roof To seas of sheets