Say it’s a riot riot Say it’s a golden night Oh it’s a starry one To not be sleeping right, right? I never found my eye For making hours slip by While I lay turning While I lay turning
If I turn upon myself Don’t try, try to try to help
I see the sweeping plain below And the memory of a flood in tow And it’s lying Lying before me I wish that I I I Could just walk and walk walk walk Into its open arms Its open arms
If I turn upon myself Don’t try, try to try to help
I know you’re lying lying lying next to me Oh but your sigh and the symptoms are telling me that I must slide into this sleeping river on my own And when I find that bed lying at the bottom Well if I seem dead well then I’m sorry but I must slide into this sleeping river on my own
They say I’m hypnotised They say I’m having trouble Seeing double Everything has slowed down I see the arm of a giant calling And someone else is creeping near And I’m falling from here
As my fear of all this burns Then I am lifted by a bird
And I’m flown flown flown back to shelter And I’m blown blown blown until I settle And slide into this sleeping river on my own And when you find that bed lying at the bottom Well if I seem dead well then I’m sorry But I must slide into this sleeping river on my own