The morning is slowly rolling into bed
I can feel it on my stomach
I can taste it in my mouth
My eyes as wide as saucers
It's been a long and restless night
When the moon is out of moon dust
And the sun won't let you sleep
Pull words from your leaky head
And just hope for the best I guess
This is intriguing and very song like. I am sure you should sing it, the images, being sung, would be especially memorable, the progression very interesting and the musing quality contagious.
