Daniel Spinks - ​small pale humans: sixteen lyrics

I am awake and my wife is not. But she is still breathing. This has me worried. Then I remember the german shepherd we used to have. He would breathe in his sleep too. It was perfectly natural. My wife is okay. But what if I hear her stop breathing. I get out of bed and walk to a window. It smells like mold. I want to lay my head in wet gra**. I walk outside. I look up. The moon has not filled with blood. There should be a specific word for this disappointment.