Warm light behind my head,
A gentle sweat,
My skin's more sensitive.
Images from inside my mind project
Into reflections on the ceiling above my bed.
Straight lines fall away
And I know I'm not gonna stay.
And I need to let go
Of all that I know.
My thoughts are everywhere;
Out the window, on my bedsheets, in your hair,
As I'm melting into my bed.