I like watching people sleep because they always look so peaceful in their dreams
They are cuddled on their sides stretching out their seams
They dream of silky women and of deserts and of seas
One runs through a forest of trees dripping sap and turning to bees
Sleep studies show classical in your sleep turns to being wise
But if you were wise you wouldn't have clawed out your eyes
She cried when you did it but it wasn't you it was the dream
The dream was whispering to wipe your eye sockets clean
with your nails
in your sleep