Thrown apart, then back together
Tumble in the rain and heather
Flowers crushed beneath this feeling
Send believers all but reeling
Soul stands apart from body
Even dew on the grass seems gaudy
I'm not sleepy yet.

All the butterflies have gone
Burned by the approaching dawn
Roses blush and turn away
As time's blanket starts to fray
"He loves me not," cries one last petal
Like angel's teeth across scrap metal
But I'm not sleepy yet.

All the world is tucked in bed
Tangled hands around your head
Shadows flee before the sun
Hide in bedsheets, need to run
Taste of stone and blood and heat
Embrace as fluid as concrete
But I'm not sleepy yet.