Texty: Jethro Tull. Crest Of A Knave. The Waking Edge.

As I wake up in a room somewhere
Dawn light not yet showing
There's just a thin horizon between me and her
The edge of a half-dream glowing

Well, you know, I felt her in my dream last night
Strange how the sheets are warm beside me
Now, how do I catch the waking edge?
As it slips to the far and wide of me

Didn't I try to hold it down?
Freeze on the picture, hang sharp on the sound
Catch the waking edge
Another time

Familiar shadows in my hotel room
Are still here for the taking
They seem to linger on as the street lights fade
And the empty dawn is breaking

Hey, didn't I try to hold it down?
Freeze on the picture, hang sharp on the sound
Catch the waking edge
Another time

Private movie showing in my head
What button do I press for re-run?
And how do I catch the waking edge?
The edge of a dream about someone

Well, you know, I felt her in my dream last night
Now the sheets are cold beside me