It’s that time in the morning,
Around quarter past eight,
When I’m drifting away from an unconscious state
When I’m not asleep,
But I’m not yet awake,
Lately it’s my favourite time of the day
When I’m holding on,
‘Cause reality hasn’t set,
And you’re not quite gone, yet
Mmmm
Mmmmm
When my eyes are still closed, on the edge of my dreams,
I can put up a fight against my memories,
When my heart is at rest, and my mind is still free,
But I’m seconds away from the pain seeping in
I’ll be holding on
To that moment again and again
When you’re not quite gone, yet
Mmmm
Mmmmm
I’ll be holding on,
To that moment again and again,
When you’re not quite gone, yet