When She Wakes Up-Will Varley

Circles made of silver Reflecting sounds of rain Lights flicker cross the water Like dreams across her brain There's trouble in the distance between the full moon And the storm Light takes no prisoners When the darkness comes And though you know there's nothing Still you cannot decide Whether to keep on looking Or lie down and die So when she wakes up Won't you please tell her That I had the answers Down by the casino they're still fighting over time Their shouts drift up to the window Like birdsong in her mind Now they've started throwing punches But there's sadness in their blood For they both know on a different evening They could've fallen in love There's pools of blood on the pavement And it's dripping through the cracks Back into the soil To our destiny of dust So when she wakes up Won't you please tell her That the birds were singing softly at her window There's rats beneath the floor boards And parasites on your skin They're chewing on your inner thoughts And nesting upon your sins And the old man who lives next door seems to know something you don't First the wallpaper was peeling now there is smoke Theres a fire raging out in the hallway And you're supposed to run away But that old man's slowly walking Back towards the flames So when she wakes up Won't you please tell her I thought there was something in there that we needed The revolution that you've been waiting for happened without you some years ago And the things that you've been saving for will only make you feel more alone These shaking televisions All the notes play out of tune These dark and twisted visions Explosions in the afternoon We know everything about our future We know nothing about our past These fires will keep on burning And nothing we make will last So when she wakes up Won't you please tell her That there was peace and we were the good who were fighting off the evil Well the rain still hits the window The morning's making it's kill And that sunshine runs it's weary tongue Along my windowsill This platform was built on the sand But our headsets are well designed We still stare out of our chambers like we're kings of ancient times My eyes are tired from seeing My head is tired of thoughts What else is there worth saving? What else cannot be bought? So when she wakes up Won't you please tell her That this is the life that we are supposed to be living