Hand all in paws, sweet memory

Imagination, teeth marks in cheek

Falling asleep in the dark, lost his dreams of consciousness and thinking seems out of reach, to me

In whose arms do I, rest my head

Oh when it goes

When it goes

I’ll be sleeping on my own

As I recall, the days events

Washing the dirt, off of my hands

Music is played in the dark I dance like fire on a scented candle

In the early morning, so long

In whose arms do I, rest my head

Oh when it goes

When it goes

I’ll be sleeping on my own

Oh when it goes

When it goes

I’ll still be sleeping on my own