In sleeping dreams a eye walks alone
along the skies drifts up a cobblestone
and there their hearts joins a drome
Men of coloured suits play trumpets
and kazoos, forgetting to mention the Wopetts and their wazzos
A circus for silence of the night
waiting for lost sunset light.
In sleeping dreams a eye walks alone
along the skies drifts up a cobblestone
when hopes seep inward and out where wild bees roam
gentlemen dressed in black pretending thieves come home
Upward home
bound to stone
I'm coming
coming home
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