Comatose

From the first light of morning sun

To the end of the day when your work is done

Do you ever feel more than one lone soul

Seeking that which will make you whole

Tell me who you are

(In your very quiet tone)

Here with open arms

(Never will you be alone)

Lie here next to me

(Listen to the morning call)

These days will be ours

(Tired weary hands and all)

To the light of the fading sun

To the end of the day when your toil is done

Take your tired hands and your aching bones

And make your way to me before you comatose

Tell me who you are

(In your very quiet tone)

Here with open arms

(Never will you be alone)

Lie here next to me

(Listen to the morning call)

These days will be ours

(Tired weary hands and all)