Texty: Ari Herstand. Blanket-Go-Round.

The pillow loses volume
below you
I move to give it life
The blanket has now fallen
all on you
The breeze gives my mind sight

I could rest here always
Wide eyed I lie and sigh because
I know the moment our feet meet the ground
it?s over and I?m closer to being bound to the blanket-go-round

Timidly I whisper
I kiss her
begging for some life
Asleep she cannot hear me
or feel me
I wait and watch the sun rise

I could rest here always
Wide eyed I lie and sigh because
I know the moment our feet meet the ground

it?s over and I?m closer to being bound to the blanket-go-round

Last week was the dancer
Next week I?ll have my answer
how we fit inside
Blankets serve one purpose and
I am very nervous
I?ll never find the one that keeps me warm
I have fooled my brain
into thinking blankets change
with each new owner they find
I curl up underneath
this week?s blanket and I sleep
thrilled but chilled again tonight

I could rest here always
Wide eyed I lie and sigh because
I know the moment our feet meet the ground
it?s over and I?m closer to being bound to the blanket-go-round