"good morning, my ray of sunshine?"
ethereal, ethereal, ethereal
unreal, surreal, make-believe
jigs that never saw
from rams that never erred
for you don't really exist anymore
i will tuck myself to bed
am i pretending? enthralled? i whisper
and as the eyes close, my mouth utters:
"God's task, men prevail.
God's flask, men perish.
God's mask, men love."
close your eyes, honey, and you'll slide right back to sleep;
i'd love to read you a fairy tale, but you don't remember any of them right now