Florida Beach - The Microphones

Close my eyes

She’s somehow closer now

Lying sick with my face pressed into the sound vibrations

And I’m sleepy and out of my mind

She’s floating above me with palms reaching out

And legs that are gone, just smoke and a huge face with eyes

I asked, «What?

Why do you float there

And watch me sleep every night when I’m sick?»

But she didn’t answer and hovered there still

Going away when I turned on the lights

She kept watching to make sure I’m okay

And said, in my head, to me

«I came all the way from Florida in my sleep

To watch you and help you get well while I do that too»