Here there's an old book

Following my dawn

No one told me what to do after

Reading a horrible story

I'm gonna hit the hay

With my empty bedside

Now I'm gonna hit the hay

Can't you feel the movement

Under my toes

Under my toes

Toss and turn

Pull up the covers

Lift up again

Toss and turn

Pull up the covers

Lift up again

Lift up again

I fall asleep on the hand

That sweeps my hair

No one told me what to do after

Reading a horrible story