Sleepyhead

And everything is going to the beat And everything is going to the beat And everything is going And you said, it was like fire around the brim Burning solid, burning thin the burning rim Like stars burning holes right through the dark Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes You were one inch from the edge of this bed I dragged you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst With hungry lions, with all their might and all their thirst They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead