Land & Sea
Rebecca Loebe
Then i woke up far away
In a house i owned with barely any clothes on
And a tousled head beside me
I was filthy as a mad woman,
Guilty as a bad person
Oh, the night was young and free
And i cried when i began to see
I woke up in a fantasy
I ran barefoot down the halls
Of a farm house in vermont
Or was it portland?
I have never been before
(Or so i thought)
I knew exactly where to find
What little peace i had in mind
Who'd've thought my wandering eye
Would carry me
Over so much land and sea
And wake me in a fantasy
Aand there your hands go
Where they know they shouldn't be
Caught in a cookie jar
Your fists aren't threatening
In the dark I roll to you
Pour my heart into the room
No one hears me, no one
Oh pity me
What a wretched thing to be
Woken from a fantasy