06_Jahn_Nearfield

There’s still a way you rise at dawn
Before I feel I don’t belong
Before we lock into the worries of the day

Yet every morning brings romance
A short reprieve a second chance
With every heartache comes the hope that I am wrong

And now I lay me down to sleep
A small attempt a small retreat
A spinning thread of my belief
You wind around your heart

So as we dream you cast away
So tenderly the thoughts that prey
Upon our souls the shadows rest and yet they wait

Yes every morning brings the dawn
But all my fears are never gone
With every heartache comes the hope that I am wrong

And now I lay me down to sleep
A little rest a small retreat
A spinning thread of my belief
You wind around your heart

And expectations hold me tight to the point of no return
And all my prospects long abated should I hope that I am wrong
(Where is the hope that I am wrong?)

Yes every morning brings the dawn
But all my fears are never gone
With every heartache comes the hope that I am wrong

Yet every morning brings romance
A quick escape a second chance
With every heartache comes the hope that I am, I am wrong
(Where is the hope that I am wrong?)