Dreamland.

Baby sing me to sleep,

A sweet melody, glide, over my eyes,

Now turn, meet these eyes and your light rest in mine and we meet all over again in the street after dark in the local town park cuts on my back from the bark of the tree where we'd sleep that night and many more after that and we'd dream of never finding an end always having a friend never have to pretend never round the next bend and then damn I wake up to the loss of you all over again.