Bedtime stories just got the hook Allegories that stay in the book So much was simply over In the little bit of time it took So come on and trace me that arc So we won't have to wait in the dark So we won't have to wail in the place you lay waste to your spark All those secrets buried alive Just a prefix, bees in a hive And the one thought that you're leaving Is baby, only walls survive So come on and trace me that arc So we won't have to wait in the dark So we won't have to wait in the place you lay waste to your spark And now we know when someone owes, someone pays For lessons frozen in your gaze Impressing only that no one ever stays And now there's poetry and prose in your name It overflows the frame Trying to impose a theory on the game So come on and trace me that arc So we won't have to wait in the dark So we won't have to wait for the song or the revenant lark And now we know when someone owes, someone pays For lessons frozen in your gaze Impressing only that no one ever stays And now there's poetry and prose in your name It overflows the frame Trying to impose a theory on the game Bedtime stories, before the end Tiresome worries, time's not your friend And no thought is recovered From a novel little writer's crook So come on and trace me that arc So we won't have to wait in the dark So we won't have to wait in the dark