Your Chariot Awaits - Moonface, Spencer Krug

And so it seems

That sleep makes dreams

And sleeplessness makes us

That’s fine

Melatonin and wine

We got way too close

Way too quickly

To hopefulness to which we are both hopelessly addicted

I’d say the tree still needs another bell

Judgment, don’t fail me now

It’s getting in my dreams

It’s getting in my dreams

It’s getting in my dreams

And everything is always worse, babe

At 4:30 in the morning

Blackbird has died

Red bird is on the rise

Guess this is why

I’ve always both loved and hated

The sick gray light of the dawn

But your hand is your wand

And your landscape is drawn

And your chariot awaits

Beyond despondency

The wheels will cut the earth

Your chariot awaits

It’s getting in my dreams

It’s a bad shade of green

But I don’t care what they say

My dreams might say about me

I need, I need something beautiful to carry

And you’re all I care about, babe

You’re all I care about, babe

Your hand is your wand

And your landscape is drawn

And your chariot awaits