Wilco

Sunlight angles on
A wooden floor at dawn
A ceiling fan is on
Chopping up my dreams
What is left of them
I take to sleep again
Where I dare pretend
I'm more than I seem
Tears get triggered
Yours remind me
Of the ice melting in my glass
Finally full again
So
I listen for
Your lips to break apart
Into words
It definitely starts to spoil my heart
Somewhere there's a war
Sometimes there is art
It definitely starts to spoil my heart
Somewhere there's a war
Sometimes there is art