In Broken Sleep

In broken sleep we love again
like the present is the past
Our bodies and our hearts now know
the fire that cannot last
Love and time are enemies
and both are on the loose
The only thing worth fighting for
is the momentary truce
The momentary truce babe
The momentary truce
In broken sleep we see ourselves
and watch through different eyes
As strangers who we barely know
begin to materialize
Soft hellos are spoken
The pleasantries are said
I haven’t seen you for so long
I thought that you were dead
I thought that you were dead babe
I thought that you were dead
In broken sleep we wonder what
it’s like to never wake
But soon enough we see the road
that we all someday take
The darkness fills our minds with things
we should not contemplate
We have no way of knowing
if it’s early or it’s late
it’s early or it’s late babe
Early or it’s late
So in broken sleep we love again
like the present is the past
Our bodies and our hearts now know
the fire that cannot last
Love and time are enemies
and both are on the loose
The only thing worth fighting for
is the momentary truce
The momentary truce babe
The momentary truce