Minds flooding
Like a river through a paper dam
Hearts pounding
Like hammers to a bed of nails
‘Cause the sun that rises tomorrow
Can’t know them like the sunset does tonight
Swirling resolutions
Seeking simple absolution
Born from a twelve-month guilt
Dead in a twelve-day stumble
‘Cause the alarm clock rings too loud
For a hazy midnight daydream
But the truth
However hard to grasp
Is that their dreams can wave the sun goodbye
Any Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
And their lungs can sing a new song
To the beat of fresh air in the morning
