Gregorian Nap

A Gregorian nap
I woke from a dream
A house full of desks
A room full of bags
With a train
Running through

My sisters and I
Found rooms on the stairs
I put me on the shelf
Where I belong

She believes only what she sees
She loves me, nods to agree
The more I have to say
The less I truly give

She believes only what she sees
She loves me, nods to agree
The more I have to say
The less I truly give

On the edge of what is real
The green of her eyes
It is clear

On the edge of what is real
The green of her eyes
It is clear

I'm always at home
When I'm on my own

I'm always at home
When I'm on my own



Credits
Writer(s): Don Shepherd, James Moore
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