And I won't sleep with socks on, I'm scared I might dream. And I won't set my alarm clock, I'm scared of its scream. And did you know that sleeping in peace, Is a condition of the weak? I rest aggressively, restlessly and only in threes. Dreams pass straight through my skull And out my feet Into the dead space of my home Between the walls and under beds Where it's fast, and safe, and sound asleep And unaware of any threat And did you know that inspiration strikes at 3AM? I'm blessed. I'm cursed. I'll write it down before I fall asleep again Dreams pass straight through my skull and out my feet. In the middle of the night I'm floating outside At the edge of my driveway, I'm glowing in the moonlight And I'm thinking about my neighbors All asleep in the same way Atop a second story staircase In the distance there's a train saying that, Travels can be made by the sleeping or awake, And your medicine will help clear the fear from your veins, And your bones no longer ache And your walls no longer cave Your breathing gets deeper When your bodies are safe.