Roll over, And one falls off, I’m crowded

Flashback dreams a memory, games of the mind play a fool again,

Wandered mind daylight time, drift into sand, washed by time adrift

This tree stretches to the sun and turns around buries itself into the ground

Hop a ride in a matchbox car, into the sky, sail beyond the absent eye

A weathered paw will toss a coin into the air to fill a pond with wishes

A thousand cuts into the scales the coy upturns and greets the master

Linens tatter into a thousand shards pierce the illusion, melts away

Too in the mood to bust the groove, to shake it loose, to make the move

Dragged the bed out of the room just so this gloom can go doom elsewhere

Shake this tool of a fool from the other verses open the portal and merge existence

Slide down sideways from the top of the hill to the bottom rung of our bunkbed

Laid a rug down on the floor to forever store the slumber lord