Cheekbones made of light
 Somewhere it’s morning
 The languid grey of night
 Leaving the fragrance of a cry

Guess you’re sliding back into your life
 The pressure on your eyelids
 Patterns of waiting
 Of suffocating
 Replaying the same scene
 Recalling the same dream

Cover any feeling
 Cover any reason now
 You’re breathing the same air
 The same hysteria
 Like a mirrorball that shines
 Just another flash of light
 Deteriorating
 Forgetting the details
 Rewriting the scene in your mind

The exit signs of light
 She’s lying beside me
 She’s hidden in a sigh
 In the changes of a room

Guess she’s sliding back into her life
 The pressure on her eyelids
 The time that it’s taking
 Before she wakens
 It feels like a lifetime
 memory rewind