Last night in broad daylight I was covered in blood Mostly from the insides Of the people I love I woke to find, a sleeplessness unkind The blue T.V light flickers with a hollow mix of sympathy and scorn I check she's lying next to me, These sleepless fits are dew drops on a lawn The cracked throat thirst of morning, Your skin as white as snow, I've been a week now falling, Down this rabbit hole Some things remain, an old familiar stain, The flashlight fear of evening peaks As shadows stretch themselves across the floor, She'll tell you tales of fortresses As light it makes its way in through the door Some thing tells me a morning will come, It will bleach the night, repair the sun, It's something I lost and it's something found, Until then I will go to ground 'Til then I'll await the sound Of broad daylight