Don't Wake Up - Choke Up

Oh, comrade, come down.

Your perspective is obscured by the clouds.

I’m just that one drop of rain falling fast on a sunny day,

trying to disbelieve what history predicts is fate.

I suppose I won’t get too close

to anyone anymore.

Holes in boats and plots;

my head keeps thinking that I’m spinning when I’m stopped.

And on a postcard day I feel that one drop of rain

tear through every disaster I tried to cover up with tape.

I suppose I won’t get too close

to anyone anymore.

I suppose that’s how it goes

with anyone anymore

and I’m a little scared 'cause it’s beginning to not bother me.