I know it seems a lot like the old days
Morning kept alive in state
Sleep strives for an infinite sunday
But we can drink tonight if you
Promise sweetly to please be gone when I wake
Ice like mine can melt you know
One more drink could stop the flow
Snowfall will cover us tonight
Another world keeping its pace
Pillows creep and beg for attention
Sleep patterns modulate the lines
I softly whisper something
Your pulse is the only reply
I reach across to feel nothing
So I drift on back to sleep again
Ice like mine can melt you know
One more drink to stop the flow
Promise sweetly to please be gone when I wake