Sleepyhead

And everything is going to the beat

And everything is going to the beat

And everything is going

And you said

It was like fire around the brim

Burning solid

Burning thin the burning rim

Like stars burning holes right through the dark

Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes

You were one inch from the edge of this bed

I drag you back

A sleepyhead

Sleepyhead

They couldn't think of something

To say the day you burst

With all their lions and all

Their might and all their thirst

They crowd your bedroom

Like some thoughts wearing thin

Against the walls, against your rules

Against your skin

My beard grew down to the floor

And out through the doors

And of your eyes, begonia skies

Like a sleepyhead

Sleepyhead