Asleep On The Forest Floor

At twilight the day sheds its skin letting our starved hands in

By sun-up the night's fully dressed giving our tired hands rest

At twilight the day sheds its skin

Don't lay down

Sheets rise

You sleep like the end is night

You sleep like the bed's on fire

Hands in the night

Cut through the thickest hours

At twilight the day sheds its skin letting our starved hands in

By sun-up the night's fully dressed giving our tired hands rest