Weaving, my thoughts drift away Comes morning light, another day ♪ Straight forward view of you remains Scenes of still-life, a passing frame ♪ My fingertips upon your arms Pulling away Losing my charm Woken up here Where we once were Not self aware Seems now a blur ♪ My fingertips upon your arms Pulling away Losing my charm Woken up here Where we once were Not self aware Seems now a blur