The Morning After

Awakened by the sunlight
Victimized by the light
Memories flashin’ through my head
Was I born or am I dead

Yesterday’s forgotten, the morning after
I can taste you, I can hear your laughter

Fading in the distance
Recollections drifting
Bloodstains on my tattered clothes
Each minute the fear grows

If I could just lay down to rest
I’m tired of searching for myself

If I am dead, how can I feel such love
If I am dead, why am I dreaming
If I am dead, where do I go from here
If I am dead, why does this pain feel so good

Is this blood dried upon my face
Or is it the love of someone else
It tastes so sweet, just like you used to
So rescue me my love, splice us together

I remember loving you so much
But where are you and where’s your fatal touch
When I closed my eyes, was it my siesta
Did I encounter a darkness stronger than sleep

If I am dead, how can I feel such love
If I am dead, why am I dreaming
If I am dead, where do I go from here
If I am dead, why does this pain feel so good

I am thirsty for my sleep
There are no answers anyway