Sleep Marching

Call it sleep marching

Call it what you please

See me good in Winter

See me good in Spring

Try to take on sense for once

Try to settle down

Curve your body my way

And my face into a frown

We can consecrate our days

So ceremonial

Put meaning to apophenia

And find joy in the dull moments

In the period between our birth and death

Build from our love a pyre

And make sure there's nothing left at the end

Call it sleep marching

Call it love and thunder

See me good in Autumn

See me good in Summer

Try to sleep the time away

Try to get off at all

Though I sleep better these days

It wasn't like this before

We can consecrate our days

So ceremonial

Put meaning to apophenia

And find joy in the dull moments

In the period between our birth and death

Build from our love a pyre

And make sure there's nothing left at the end