[Verse 1]
There's a part of each day with no words and no movement
I lay on a mattress, cover my eyelids
Too wired to rest, too tired to do anything
Useless dark coffee, the hum of a screen
While the glow of the skylight bears down with immunity framed on the ceiling, the absolute masterpiece
I try to get quiet, let it sink into me
All of that trying i find so disquieting
[Chorus]
Once i was easy now i keep the beat
I used to feel different about these kinds of things
[Verse 2]
There's a part of each day when i long to be home again
Dead ends on slow streets a field where i lost a friend
I dreamed of a desert, the sage and the promise
A kind arm around me, first fever of longing
And i wrote of a lifetime on roads long abandoned
Spraying out stop signs with powder-blue candor
I molded a love like a god out of plaster
Tragic pulled taut, and born of disaster
[Chorus]
Once i was a writer, now i cannot speak
I used to feel different about these kinds of things
[Verse 2]
There's a part of each day when i remember you're in the room
Wanting of light like a plant in a tomb
I would call to you once and i will it to make it through
A body to love not a body to sleep next to
But you know the story, the workers are working
I can't see your eyes, i see numbers and lines
Yours are blue mine are green and they're becoming greener
I need what i have, what i have must be worked for
[Chorus]
Once i was in love and now i can't believe
I used to feel different about these kinds of things