In bed
by cricketjeff on June 29, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The hands of time have swept away each moment of today
So I must close my eyes and hope to dream
The farthest reaches of my mind must have their turn to play
They hope to hatch a new successful scheme
Turn off the screen and rest my head and wait for sleep to come
Subconcious haze already fills my mind
The ticking of the my pocket watch is louder than a drum
And darkness lets me make believe I’m blind
Now all my senses pass away there’s nothing left to feel
and Morpheus will do what he must do
Then in my sleep I start to smile, in dreams some things are real
For every night I spend my dreams with you
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