She Told Me to Sleep Tight

Lying under the moonlight
Soon there comes the sunrise
It’s never too late
Dreaming wide awake

From a lack of oxygen
Sitting on the edge of the end
Hello my friends

It’s never too late

Can you hear the call of the horn
Don’t you see an army of the thorns
Someone just closed the door
It’s never before

I need more breathing
And some more water
Am I dreaming
In disorder?
My lung is shrinking
To three-quarters

Good night
Sleep tight

(from the album “Views From 13th Floor East”)

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