just close your eyes to erase all the best dreams and this quiet refrain is never what it seems it s five a m in a counterfeit sleep i can t believe that i m still counting sheep with her mind full blown edged in bright warning red with voices in her head i am close to it now to remembering all these dark desert clouds and how the torrent stream flooded our heels with a water so deep i can t believe that you still fell asleep with a mind full blown etched in light morning red with all that we have said you passed out cold on the deep waters edge you must have bumped your head don t be afraid forget it all keep it all to yourself once you awake get it all keep it on your shelf i kiss the mud and the leaves and the trees embrace me with the mountains lying down at the sea i would sleep