When She Wakes Up Lyrics - Will Varley

Circles made of silver 

Reflecting sounds of rain 

Lights flicker cross the water 

Like dreams across her brain 

There's trouble in the distance between the full moon 

And the storm 

Light takes no prisoners 

When the darkness comes 

And though you know there's nothing 

Still you cannot decide 

Whether to keep on looking 

Or lie down and die 

So when she wakes up 

Won't you please tell her 

That I had the answers 

Down by the casino they're still fighting over time 

Their shouts drift up to the window 

Like birdsong in her mind 

Now they've started throwing punches 

But there's sadness in their blood 

For they both know on a different evening 

They could've fallen in love 

There's pools of blood on the pavement 

And it's dripping through the cracks 

Back into the soil 

To our destiny of dust 

So when she wakes up 

Won't you please tell her 

That the birds were singing softly at her window 

There's rats beneath the floor boards 

And parasites on your skin 

They're chewing on your inner thoughts 

And nesting upon your sins 

And the old man who lives next door seems to know something you don't 

First the wallpaper was peeling now there is smoke 

Theres a fire raging out in the hallway 

And you're supposed to run away 

But that old man's slowly walking 

Back towards the flames 

So when she wakes up 

Won't you please tell her 

I thought there was something in there that we needed 

The revolution that you've been waiting for happened without you some years ago 

And the things that you've been saving for will only make you feel more alone 

These shaking televisions 

All the notes play out of tune 

These dark and twisted visions 

Explosions in the afternoon 

We know everything about our future 

We know nothing about our past 

These fires will keep on burning 

And nothing we make will last 

So when she wakes up 

Won't you please tell her 

That there was peace and we were the good who were fighting off the evil 

Well the rain still hits the window 

The morning's making it's kill 

And that sunshine runs it's weary tongue 

Along my windowsill 

This platform was built on the sand 

But our headsets are well designed 

We still stare out of our chambers like we're kings of ancient times 

My eyes are tired from seeing 

My head is tired of thoughts 

What else is there worth saving? 

What else cannot be bought? 

So when she wakes up 

Won't you please tell her 

That this is the life that we are supposed to be living