Tired woods and ol leaves
Try to rise above sea
They ve been crouching and sobbing for days
As my garden grows aches
And the turf drinks old rain
Now their bodies are dancing always
Imaginary hands folding over you
I ve been missing night time the whole day through
Call her Miss Mirage cause it s over
There s no way to hold her
Pinch me in my shoulder
Wake me when it s over
Counting wolves and old sheep
Watch them sharpen those teeth
Crude from the walls of no sleep
Counting wolves and old apes
Through the glass where I m safe
Free at last, time to rest my sore brain
Glance to fallen Grace
Dream of islands all day
Now her eyelids are silent till she wakes
Imaginary hands folding over you
I ve been missing night time the whole day through
Call her Miss Mirage cause it s over
There s no way to hold her
Pinch me in my shoulder
Wake me when it s over