Blanket - Fein

Wake up in the moving chair

You catch a smell of the sterile air, and

Got a couple questions now, so

Send that thought from that brain to your tongue through your mouth

«I see you’ve woken up

«I'm afraid there isn’t much that we can

«Do for you outside of

«Write a prescription for my pen to a nurse for your drugs»

Racing down past your neighbor’s driveway

Scraped your knee

Fingers polished and free of rust

Wait for the signal to shake the dust off

But you’re a cable without a plug

You

Struggle now to accept that a brain’s not enough

Unpacking all her things to

Help her feel at home

Sobered senses

Melting

All that’s solid

Ends up falling away

And all that is holy

Is profaned

Face to face

With all you ever made

Chased out of a parking lot

You’re running with all you got

But when the door closes you’re still confused

By the unaccounted for things that you used to use

The doctor’s makin' rounds

He sees you lost to delirium and

The cold is creepin' in

He pulls your blanket back up so it covers your skin

Cradled you child as she lay dreaming in your arms

Sobered senses

Melting

All that’s solid

Ends up falling away

And all that is holy

Is profaned

Face to face

With all you ever made