All those little eyes in the sky are going to sleep.
We seem to never want to close our eyes even when they get red.
The only time we ever seem to go to sleep is when we know we will never get up
We make as much noise as we can
Because once we close our eyes the noise will stop.
When the day comes we get tired, our world will go away.
The faces disappear.
The color is nothing.
Sound is dead.
Our fear escapes us.
Our troubles leave with all the noise.
This piece
This small
This old
World
It grows tired of us.
When this planet goes to sleep we will too.