21st Dec 2017.
It's Coming to Me © Simon Faulks 2017 What was that idea – I had in a dream? Once it was so clear – there was no in-between All at once I woke up – it was slipping away You said something to me now we've started the day It's coming to me – it's on the tip of my tongue It's coming to me – I can do no wrong It's coming to me – I know it's not too late It's coming to me – now I can levitate It's become elusive – I think that it's gone Maybe it will come back – like the words to a song (That you) haven't heard in ages – since you were a child When your imagination was running so wild Chorus I get so frustrated when I can't get it back Maybe I will dream again once I'm in the sack You anchor to a feeling and it lets you down You drift away from all that keeps you safe and sound The waking and the dreaming so mysterious They leave you in a state close to delirious The highs can get you chasing after fantasy The lows can bring you back to your reality
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