painted murder on the wall footsteps coming down the hall to the
window
through the blinds run away

but i still hear the footsteps closing in again this time the
plane
is going down double over get ready i'm allergic

to the light and the darkness brings me fright through the
peephole
i saw the suicidal neighbours they turned the doorknob

came in again someone sleeping in my bed closed my eyes
and i had a dream inside a dream i woke so many times
i don't know if i'm awake jam the forceps in my eyes keep them

open
through the night listen to grating voice the night speaks
it says "hey" to morning "it's great to meet again.

out of bed you sleephead"
i had a dream inside a dream i woke so many times
i don't know if i'm awake