Nocturne

The Greek sword over the head of your bed

It swings around like a mobile

To help you sleep don't be silly

No sudden movement or you'll sleep forever

Thorn in your eye and an awful smell

With the early morning sun

Sleep tight stay quiet

Don't move don't moan

Don't toss nor turn

Nocturne

This is not a warning were not like that

It shall only show how far we can go

You see we could

But if we would

It depends on you

The horses head at the foot of your bed

Smiles at you like the first smile

On the first morning but its eyes gaze

Gone and empty and the sheets and the carpet

Have sucked his blood and an awful smell

With the early morning sun

Sleep tight.