Woke up this morning
A song was playing in my head
Pulled the blankets closer
Hunkered down into the bed

Fragments of dreams
Swam hazily inside my mind
Mixed up patchwork images
Form hidden meanings left to find

If I get up to start my day
Before the mysteries revealed
I’ll go round feeling haunted
By this secret that’s been sealed away

Why do these people follow me
Through my nocturnal daze?
Mix up the year, mix up the place
Mix up the name and face

Rode the train this morning
To the end of the line
Forgot where I was going
Seems I lost all track of time

That same old song was playing
Looping endless in my brain
While dream sequences flooded in
More real than the rain outside

If I get up to start my day
Before the mysteries revealed
I’ll go round feeling haunted
By this secret that’s been sealed away

Why do these people follow me
Through my nocturnal daze?
Mix up the year, mix up the place
Mix up the name and face

Lovers I forgot about
Places that I’ve never been
Jobs that I quit years ago
Younger than I’ll ever be again

— Anji Bee (BMI)