Go to sleep. We're so tired now. Altogether in a snake pit of souls. New days. To throw your chains away. To try to hang your hopes on the wind. Little one. Just a little way. Today all we need is waiting. Night rise. Like the evening prize. In a turnstile backwards we fly. Cold bones. Tied together by. Black ropes we pulled from a swing. Little one. Just a little way. Today all of the dreams are waking. Can't stand on crooked legs. I'm cross-eyed to the wall. In these harbor lights. Satellites explode. Drown drown. Sailors run aground. In a seachange nothing is safe. Strange waves. Push us every way. In a stolen boat we'll float away. Little one. Just a little way. Today all we need is waiting. Little one. Just a little way. Today all of the dreams are waking. Little one. Hold on.