where i am no one makes a sound no one makes a peep no one opens their mouth to speak oh the constant idling of winter work work i recognise and understand no more what must he think no more i think he thinks more alone and idling in a van where i am no one makes a sound no one makes a peep no one opens their mouth to speak oh the constant sifting for material oh the constantly in my head taking everything to bed while burgundy s crestfallen she s outside herself saying why do i do what i did when i get out of high level when not if i m just going to want to hold and smell and touch my kids and dance dance to their timeless trance and dream dream to the stone of their dreams go on little drunken astronauts go far straight forgiving and brief forget the hawks jaguars the knife lickers and creeps where i am no one makes a sound no one makes a peep no one opens their mouth to speak moonslow your eyelashes fluttering above your cheeks moonslow your little lashes please go to sleep yeah please go to sleep honey please go to sleep