The work I do is not easy,
but it's not bad.
I'm glad to have it,
when it's all I've ever had.
I am a student of the night.
I wear a black patch
on my sleeve.
My teacher's name is Sleep,
and she goes by Dreams, too.
She moonlights by the creek
that flows like a gust of wind
through leaves I never knew,
places I've never been.
We sing songs about you, love.
This song's about you.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
The work I do is not easy,
but it's not bad.
I'm glad to have it,
when it's all I've ever had.
I am a student of the night.
I wear a black patch
on my sleeve.
My teacher's name is Sleep,
and she goes by Dreams, too.
She moonlights by the creek
that flows like a gust of wind
through leaves I never knew,
places I've never been.
We sing songs about you, love.
This song's about you.
