Half Asleep - Blake Mills

Waiting to be brought about

She turns before the grand reveal

And every time she chickens out

Those old familiar doubts she feels

Songs about a life unlived

Gifts she could not promise you

She’d lie across the bed and give

Oh but is that the song you would want to do?

The greatness of this moon

Pours its concrete over your bed

And in the darkness of this room

She kneads you and you’ll rise like bread

Would you just lay back and rest

With what little time you share that bed?

Put your loving arm across her breast

Half asleep and half in dread