Right now I can barely tell if I’m sleeping or awakenIn a little whilenIt’ll be the morningnYou won’t remember being lostnIn the after hoursnTake my number downnWrite it on your handnCall me in the morningnWhich of these worlds is going to find you?nIs gonna remind you what you have to do?nAnd why do you feel like you’re being lied to?nWhy don’t it feel like anything new?nPeg, it’s almost wintertimenIs it snowing where you are?nWait another hournIt’ll be the morning.