Finding it hard to sleep Afraid of the dreams I keep Wrapped in the dust of my bed The liver is where we met But I dream In spite of me I can almost see it I can almost go within Dying is wide awake Counting the threads that break Wrapped in the wool of time and All I resist is mine But I dream In spite of me And I dream Wide Awake 'Til the seam Starts to break Will it break and begin? I can almost see it I can almost go within