• Every fuzzy line
    Must give up to time
    Every promise of the day
    Will slip and slowly fade away. The great golden eye of the moon
    Watches me, awake, in my room
    It holds the air with unmurmured sigh
    There is no rest, not here, tonight.

    All the dreams beneath my eye
    Will paint their tales across the sky
    But through this silent house a creak
    I lie away and dream of sleep.