The Days

When I wake up from this dream
Who will be there?
When I finally find the words
Who will call?
When I fill my time inside a machine
Will I find it at all?

Will I find you at all?

When I wake up from this dream
Who will know me?
Will I know then what to do with all this shame?
So light a candle for the years anyway
But I can’t feel the days pass anymore

See me in the light beside the bed I was born
Air through my ventricles
A mistake or a miracle
And honest, I’ll be fine if it were true either way
If I could just feel the days

Casa Nova’s looking good and now shе’s famous
She’s got that carelessnеss that only looks can buy
And in a room filled with vague accolades
She can’t feel the days