i woke up with this feeling
chest keeps swelling
tell me do you know what it is?
why the silence is yelling
i feel like i'm melting
deeper into my sheets
the quiet room
only makes my head echo
my thoughts lead me to an open meadow
even the mornings have me mellow
and outside my window
sits the black sparrow
i guess this is just the way it is
quiet mornings
loud minds
feel better in my covers
i must admit
to the situation i must commit
even though it's cold
outside my sheets
i'm starring at my celling
i want to go back to my dream
tell me is this real?
i guess this is just the way it is
quiet mornings
loud minds
