The guns underneath the fake floor point to the rafters

Walking on the wood beams, you place your feet carefully, each one gently

You woke up in a strange house with something hidden in a safe place, but no way to find it

Certain kinds of anxious dreams are incomplete, they lack a key

You only get when you go back to sleep

And the long distance shots fired over your head

Tell you it's time to retrace your steps and go back to bed

If you stay awake in this dream

In this dream you're going to die

So say goodnight

Or say goodbye