when the lights go down
fears hit the road for a marathon
running through the folds of your imagination
past everything you last saw
a souvenir from every hour is picked up
all those you thought of show up at the finish line
to have a conversation never witnessed in reality

you always did like to sleep
but I tousled and would try to count sheep
you'd cozy up in your pillows and dreams
while I'd tiptoe around you, trying not to make a scene
and it's all quite the same
whispering 'I love you, rest easily'
it's just now, I'm only talking to you in my sleep


I tell you about all the little things that I've seen
and all the people you'll have to meet
when you wake up from your favorite dreams
but I'm still whispering 'I love you, rest easily'
even though inside I'm screaming