"In My Waking Life" lyrics

"In My Waking Life"

I'm never in my waking life
Dreaming is my all the time
Whether it's the weather or my mind, it's all too much
Calling in the frigid wind
A whisper is my dearest friend
Leading me along a lily laden twisting trail

Where we go, will tomorrow know?
Into the vast and empty alleys, we proceed

I'm never in my waking life
Dreaming is my all the time
Whether it's the weather or my mind, it's all too much
Crawling on the cloudy streets
Streaming with a billion feet
Fumbling along into the dark and dismal day

Where we go, will tomorrow know?
Into the vast and empty alleys, we proceed

Forever winding our way, weary without sleep
Forever winding our way, weary without sleep
Oh, oh, oh

I'm never in my waking life
Dreaming is my all the time
Whether it's the weather or my mind, it's all too much
Calling in the frigid wind
A whisper is my dearest friend
Leading me along a lily laden twisting trail


Thanks to Rachiebabie238 for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Christopher Lane Conley, David Ispen Soloway, Pete Parada, Chris Conley, David Soloway, Eben D'Amico, Eben Mullen D Amico
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