At twilight the day sheds its skin letting our starved hands in by sun-up the night's fully dressed giving our tired hands rest at twilight the day sheds its skin don't lay down sheets rise you sleep like the end is nigh you sleep like the bed's on fire hands in the night cut through the thickest hours at twilight the day sheds its skin letting our starved hands in by sun-up the night's fully dressed giving our tired hands rest