theatre of sleep

in the theatre of sleep

where no reason remains

dreamers and drifters

make their entrance onto the stage

non-stop scenery changes

with promptings in the dark

trapped in unremitting violence

as trees stripped of their bark

when they're buried in your dream

the past is a foreign country

they do things differently there

you're back in the old schoolhouse

with rows and rows of chairs

well it might be war or christmas

with the tanks and guns and flares

or a witch that wields her broomstick

the stars of your nightmare

when they're buried in your dream

i was trapped on the edge of a waterfall

in an old riverboat

a proud queen washed up at last

she's giving up the ghost

slimy green water rising

i knew that i would die

i had no time to abandon ship

the morning had arrived