Borrowed Morning

BORROWED MORNING (reworking of original instrumental track , Lormetazepam, by Silvio Vinci) Something quiet closed the door, I don’t remember anymore. Faces melted into walls, Distant voices down the halls. I dreamed in pieces, out of time, Someone else’s sleep was mine. It’s a borrowed morning, A borrowed light, I left my dreams Somewhere last night. My eyes are open, My head is slow, I know I’m here — But I don’t know. Half a shadow, half awake, Every sound begins to shake. Coffee cooling by the bed, Little clouds inside my head. Was I dreaming? Was I gone? Why does morning feel so long? It’s a borrowed morning, A borrowed light, I left my dreams Somewhere last night. My eyes are open, The room is clear, But something in me Isn’t here. Don’t wake me fast… Don’t ask me why… There’s still a little Night behind my eyes. Borrowed morning… Borrowed morning… Give me back My night.