Slip into the bubbling bryne my workaholic friend

For bright and early in the morn you will be up again

With the world safe at rest so our journey begins

For we know when it rises we can't be together then

Through every window, crack, and crawl

Trying to escape from streets outside these broken windows where we may never be safe

Hold onto me one last time before I must slip back

To a world that constantly lies to me

So I just lie back

You as a guide overhead leading me back to my room

Where the resting ones are a rising

So a new game can resume

We slip back into our roles and we play them perfectly fine

Of lying down upon our backs and waiting for moontime