Wafting
In the eagerness of early December I'm floating
Whilst everything I know is cascading
Down into the sinkhole
Is it warm down there?
I keep waiting through the hours of cold
Reaching for a single speck of light
I do not know this man
But he is in my bedroom unfurling
And I am uncertain that I can play as I have played before
But I am a performer, of course I'll perform
Is it warm down there?
I keep waiting through the hours of cold
Reaching for a single speck of light
I keep waiting through the hours of cold
Pressing for the sun to come and find me
Must I bring my own torch?
Must I bring my own torch?
Must I bring my own torch?
Or are you gonna come and
Light me up
Light me up
Light me up