Sorry to wake you up
There's something at our bed
They're trying to talk to us
Our sheets are now in threads They're tossing stones from the end of our bed And I can't sleep
It's not from all the heat
They're making sounds
Like howling owls They're tossing stones from the end of our bed I can't see
And they can't reach
For what it's worth I'm not alone
The better I could hide
There's less of me to find
Without a sound
Avoiding howling owls They're tossing stones from the end of our bed