As the sun covers the snow of its hue
As I lay down, I reminisce of it
This childhood magic, and when did it split?
And then I observe this liminal view

As the shadows on the wall overlap
I see the vivid lighting of this lamp
If you’re the lady, then am I the tramp?
And then I crash headfirst into a nap

As I wonder, while I am counting sheep
In an empty space, an uncanny room
Will all this end in an uncaring boom?
And then I fall, nosedive into sleep