The land in my head
That I visit before bed
Is as intense
As flaming red
If only I could linger
In the land in my head
The one that I go to
Before bed
Where everything is perfect
And hope is not dead
I would be happy
If to stay in my head
but for now in these moments
Before I sleep
When it falls upon the time
I feel I should weep
My red land fades
into the deep
Because I'm drifting
Slowly to sleep
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
The land in my head
That I visit before bed
Is as intense
As flaming red
If only I could linger
In the land in my head
The one that I go to
Before bed
Where everything is perfect
And hope is not dead
I would be happy
If to stay in my head
but for now in these moments
Before I sleep
When it falls upon the time
I feel I should weep
My red land fades
into the deep
Because I'm drifting
Slowly to sleep
