Saturday, January 17, 2009

Oh the light climbs over your shoulder
And sinks its claws through your eyes
I guess it's time to turn over

Yeah the sounds down the hall smell like breakfast
And your stomach longs to join in
But dreams are sweeter to the taste

It is easier to sleep without a brain
And better not to wake up with yesterday's eyes
But it seems I've lost the knack again

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