through the telescope i see the glass orbs of galaxies floating recklessly on my dreams. i fly through the window looking to the stars to keep me breathing. i float upon the clouds as the dust settles in my eyes,let it stay as the music floats through my head. as it floats through my head it leaves a print that tells a story. the sandman's come and the nights quite done, hes come to end my reckless fun.the stars are no longer calling and my steed is dead. my eyes are heavy to my pillow my head now does belong. as i ride upon this zephyr i sail this great expanse of clouds on a steed of pure imagination. i sail across the moon and into the stars of yore. the sandman's come and the night quite done, hes come to end my reckless fun. the stars are no longer calling and my steed is dead. my eyes are heavy to my pillow my head does now belong.all the while the sandman with the dish and the spoon chase me across the realms of my dreams. the sleep of a thousand nights is at my eyelids, it beckons me to fall from the clouds to my bed of tranquility, to leave my orb of dreams. the sandman's come and the nights quite done, hes come to end my reckless fun. the stars are no longer calling and my steed is dead. my eyes are heavy and to my pillow my head does now belong.
