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