Lyrics Blanket - Fein

Blanket

Wake up in the moving chair
You catch a smell of the sterile air, and
Got a couple questions now, so
Send that thought from that brain to your tongue through your mouth
«I see you’ve woken up
«I'm afraid there isn’t much that we can
«Do for you outside of
«Write a prescription for my pen to a nurse for your drugs»
Racing down past your neighbor’s driveway
Scraped your knee
Fingers polished and free of rust
Wait for the signal to shake the dust off
But you’re a cable without a plug
You
Struggle now to accept that a brain’s not enough
Unpacking all her things to
Help her feel at home
Sobered senses
Melting
All that’s solid
Ends up falling away
And all that is holy
Is profaned
Face to face
With all you ever made
Chased out of a parking lot
You’re running with all you got
But when the door closes you’re still confused
By the unaccounted for things that you used to use
The doctor’s makin' rounds
He sees you lost to delirium and
The cold is creepin' in
He pulls your blanket back up so it covers your skin
Cradled you child as she lay dreaming in your arms
Sobered senses
Melting
All that’s solid
Ends up falling away
And all that is holy
Is profaned
Face to face
With all you ever made