How was I supposed to know?
That in the cracks of time,
Are places that you've dropped hints
Of endless happiness.

Where pillows hold your voice for me,
And bed sheets are made of sleep.
Each time I hit them,
I'm thrown back to you.

Walking is easy here,
You need not hang on to your trouble-
For they don't matter in the morning
And nothing will weigh you down.

He will still protect you
Though, if you're scared.  
But there is no reason to be,
This is where dreams come to visit you.