Dave Sills: Music

The Waking Hours

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Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic guitar

Crescent moon shines through the trees
Weaving shadows and light that fall down at my feet
Night sings a sweet lullaby
As stars flicker and fade in the distant sky

And there’s a matter that I feel the need to address
One which greeting card sentiments fail to express
The world disappears with the touch of your hand
For those moments dear, I am in your command

You picked my confidence up out of the dust
Showed me faith taught me hope, taught me trust
Believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself

I may not be a bird
But I will fly so high and sing you a song so sweet
Even now in the waking hours
You’re still walking in my sleep

Every night I whisper a prayer
That when I wake in the morning you will still be there
They say the greatest things always appear in disguise
So if you truly are an angel I wouldn’t be that surprised

If this is a dream please don’t wake me up
Thought the well was dry, somehow you filled my cup
You get around my rough edges and character flaws

I may not be a bird
But I will fly so high and sing you a song so sweet
Even now in the waking hours
You’re still walking in my sleep

I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t scared
But we’ll make it through these times I swear
You and I are gonna get through this together

I may not be a bird
But I will fly so high and sing you a song so sweet
Even now in the waking hours
You’re still walking in my sleep

written by Dave Sills
published by Dave Sills (ASCAP)
(c) 1994, (p) 2003, all rights reserved

original version appears on True Fiction (WSR 001)
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