Slip into the bubbling bryne my workaholic friend For bright and early in the morn you will be up again With the world safe at rest so our journey begins For we know when it rises we can't be together then
Through every window, crack, and crawl Trying to escape from streets outside these broken windows where we may never be safe Hold onto me one last time before I must slip back To a world that constantly lies to me
So I just lie back You as a guide overhead leading me back to my room Where the resting ones are a rising So a new game can resume
We slip back into our roles and we play them perfectly fine Of lying down upon our backs and waiting for moontime
