Song Description
Don’t Wake Him Yet reaches back to when Isla was fifteen and ran away with a boy and her father’s credit card.
It begins like a memory wrapped in adventure. A night flight with the glow of airports and the rush of escape. It darkens quietly, one mental image at a time.
A trip that starts in rebellion ends in loss, told through the eyes of a girl who has to keep moving while the world around her stares.
It’s a memory caught in time as if it only just happened. Written by someone who lived through it and can finally bear to look back.
Lyrics
Years ago
Same noise in my head
Same seats in my sleep
Self check in glow on your cheek
Printer coughs a narrow strip
Borrowed cap low, collar up
You say red eye, I say go
Duty free haze, escalator whirr
Gate glass doubles us, thin and off
Cuff mark peeks where sleeve won’t sit
I kiss that line and taste salt
Dog loops once by the ropes
Your palm finds pills you meant to bin
Blister cracks, you dry swallow fast
Can’t take them through, under your skin
Last call stampede, we slide that gap
Wheels clack seams like teeth in rows
Jet bridge breath is metal and wet
Cabin hush drops, phosphor glows
City grid sinks into ink
Cloud eats engines, we sink
Don’t wake him yet
Seat light fades, then sticks
He looks like rest,
A window star that drifts
Don’t wake him yet
We’ve got a dawn to catch
If I say his name,
The cabin air might switch
Seatbelt ping, cart jams mid aisle
Your grin hangs open like a cut
A vial tips, tongue takes rain
Just a sip, you say, then shut
Runway beads turn ocean to wire
Wing dips once, the rows go thin
Your eyes keep night like tinted glass
They won’t let anything in
I touch your arm
It doesn’t set
Crew pace past
I mouth help, help
Don’t wake him yet
His chest is small and still
He looks like rest,
And I’m not ready to ask
Don’t wake him yet
Wheels bite tarmac fast
I say his name
The row says no, too fast
Galley curtain lifts, then falls
PA chime hangs and won’t drop
Call lights bloom like little trials
Phones rise, mouths try to stop
Older boy under somebody’s breath
Judge’s kid drifts down the aisle
Seat map glows in emergency green
I count the clicks, file by file
I shake his arm, the row says no
I say his name, the day says no
Don’t wake him yet
Strip lights thin to glass
He looks like rest,
And I can’t push it past
Don’t wake him yet
I say his name and crack
He doesn’t move
I stay, I ask
Remain seated, aisle hums
I give his name, the row, the seat
Palm on his chest, breath to the vents
Ambos step in, I state my name, the bag, the card
They seal his jacket, I ride up front
I sign where they point, the aisle feeds
Headlines stick me to one word
I don’t run, I give what we did
Years back, still in my ears
Night gone
Noise wins