Comes the Dawn

Comes the blood rush to my head...
And I still hear
Voices calling out
Near the trees I make my bed
In the dark
I lay me down

Just a shadow past midnight
For a second
Catch my breath
Feel the running down of time
Trying hard
Just to sense

Run my hands through the tall grass
Fields of time sewn in tares
To where you always said you'd haunt
But it seems you aren't there

Now where am I to go?
Staying here
In this field
Will I become the ghost?
By your thoughts
I come to kneel

Run my hands through the tall grass
Fields of time sewn in tares
To where you always said you'd haunt
But it seems you aren't there