Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming,
Cannot cease for the fear of silent night.
Oh how I long for the deep-sleep dreaming,
The goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers,
And candied clouds of lullaby.
I lie inside myself for hours,
And wach my purple sky fly over me.
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming, monsters calling my name.
Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me,
And the raindrops as they're falling tell a story.
If you need to leave the world you live in,
Lay your head down and stay awhile.
No you may not remember dreaming,
Something waits for you to breathe again.
In my field of paper flowers,
And candied clouds of lullaby.
I lie inside my self for hours,
And watch my purple sky fly over me.