He who has plucked away the light of day
has sent the healing moon to ease the pain
night brings;
Sleep has been boycotted to prevent returning
dreaded dreams;
Apnea will elude collapsing nightmares with rhythms
of life;
Tomorrow will slap its last night into radiating light
particles.
And dealing with the memories of quiet scars will be
an easy Sunday morn;
So tonight baby, I need you to rock me; rock me, baby,
rock me all night long.