What Died

I woke up this morning from the side of your bed
And while you were sleeping took a look in your head
I opened your mouth and I pried wide your eyes
I was looking for something and I got my surprise and I said
What died in here?
What's left you unable to feel?
Who's left you like this?
No, it isn't clear... how you've been unable to get past your fear.

It stuck there so tightly to the side of your brain
And with all of my scraping I made little gain
On getting it out of your sweet little skull
I tried and I tried but my knives were too dull
What died in here?
What's left you unable to heal?
Who's left you like this?
No, it isn't clear... how you've been unable to get past your fear.

Now I've been known to try to go too deep
Mornings like this when I just can't get back to sleep...

We're free
Like it was meant to be
Sailing ships inside of me
I'm drawing out --expanding soul
Time to settle down --release control
Now we've found our own time --our own reality
Every step and every breath another way is made
We've found a choice, a stronger voice
I'll save my whispering for the theatre.

What died in here?
What's left you unable to feel?
Who's left you like this?
No, it isn't clear... how you've been unable to get past your fear.