We stumble from the darkness into beds
The night has cast its shadow round our eyes
We lay our pillows down beneath our heads
We let our breathing disappear to sighs.
The night has come and we can now recharge
The batteries that wasted through the day,
And all the things we did that seemed so large
Are now transparent in their special way.
I close my eyes and watch my thoughts retreat
I stumble back through images and dreams,
I walk the world on twisted yellow feet
Where all is backwards yet still as it seems.
At last the time has come to dream again
And run from all the thinking in my brain.