Do you read my thoughtsWhen lights are out and all is dryAlle the wrinkled worn out linesWhen owls are out to flyIn your bedSense fadingWide awakeHearts achingIn your bedNightâs fadingWide awakeSleepâs achingDo you hear a breathThat wonât obey and normalizeDo you know why I canât turn aroundAnd meet your eyesIn your bedâ¦