Towards the sleep
Who knows of who you are sleeping
Not a peep
From those of you who love peeping
I take the giants leap
To the sleepers on the rail track
Learn to earn my keep
With the grim reaper at my back
Towards the sleep
Who knows what secrets you are keeping
Not too steep
For the first fleet-of-foot past weeping
I take the minnows creep
To the quieter, darker corner
Learn to slowly fall in deep
Become as the candlelit mourner
