And everything is going to the beat   And everything is going to the beat   And everything is going      And you said, it was like fire around the brim   Burning solid, burning thin the burning rim   Like stars burning holes right through the dark   Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes   You were one inch from the edge of this bed   I dragged you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead      They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst   With all their lions, with all their might and all their thirst   They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin   Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin   My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors   Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead