It's like you're dreaming in my head
After four A.M. on Wednesday.
It tingles back, forth, up, and down
From ear to ear, head to toe...
It, as in all you fear.
It, as in all you love.
It is all inside of me so late.
I can almost feel it, almost touch it...
And even in the soul of the dream
I can spot it from afar.
No crowd can gray wash you over.
Even in our sleep I know
Every tiny little syllable,
Every letter of your name.
Isn't there just no question
About why this tingles late
With so much awareness?