Disclaimer- I am not The Great and Awesome Phillip Pullman, I just play in his world. I don't own When You're Dreaming With A Broken Heart by John Mayer either. I have have just used some of his brilliant verses.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
Will sat up with a start. He had woken up from the dream he had every night.
He was talking with Lyra when she slowly starts to fade away. He always tries to grab her and hold on, but it's like she's not solid anymore. She gives one last sad little smile, and vanishes.
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Will toppled out of bed, and just sat on his hands and knees for minutes, panting. He finally stood up shakily, trying to find his balance. He stumbled over to his bathroom. Will caught a glance of himself in the mirror. He was a mess. He was covered in a sheen of sticky sweat, and there were tear stains down his face. He again wondered whether Lyra had even really existed, or if she was just a dream.
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Miles away, in another universe, Lyra sat up with a start.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
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