Coma Dream Songtext
von Spite House

Wait to know
To move, I ought to grow
Wait to lose
To choose, to let it go

Time to read
To think, to calculate
Time to breathe
Decide, evaluate


The story′s on the edge
The clock is slowed by every step I take
You're hanging by a thread
I′d sew you back again
You slip through the door
Never to be seen again

Run and hide
I'd rather die
Sleep or wake
I'm out of breath

The story′s on the edge
The clock is slowed by every step I take
You′re hanging by a thread
I'd sew you back again
You slip through the door

Vivid and lonely
Hid and held in the moment
Eyelids are open
Like wooden windows, moving towards me