The heartless ghost beat round and round out heads,
We clung to the four posters of our beds,
Set sail, a mocking bird to guide
We sit and shriek, enjoy the ride

The moon takes us all for fools
And knocks us to the seaweed soft
Bones of dead fish obey no rules
We hold scuffed trophies all aloft

Then tumbling like the **** that blows
Across the desert far from here
Yet moon seed all and tells us so
Whisperers torment our ears.

Then snapping with a sudden jolt
A burst if light from lightening bolt
The weary dream lifts and we
Share in realtime misery.