Bedtime stories just got the hook
Allegories that stay in the book
So much was simply over
In the little bit of time it took
So come on and trace me that arc
So we won't have to wait in the dark
So we won't have to wail in the
place you lay waste to your spark
All those secrets buried alive
Just a prefix, bees in a hive
And the one thought that you're leaving
Is baby, only walls survive
So come on and trace me that arc
So we won't have to wait in the dark
So we won't have to wait in the
place you lay waste to your spark
And now we know when someone owes,
someone pays
For lessons frozen in your gaze
Impressing only that no one ever stays
And now there's poetry and
prose in your name
It overflows the frame
Trying to impose a theory on the game
So come on and trace me that arc
So we won't have to wait in the dark
So we won't have to wait for the song
or the revenant lark
And now we know when someone owes,
someone pays
For lessons frozen in your gaze
Impressing only that no one ever stays
And now there's poetry and
prose in your name
It overflows the frame
Trying to impose a theory on the game
Bedtime stories, before the end
Tiresome worries, time's not your friend
And no thought is recovered
From a novel little writer's crook
So come on and trace me that arc
So we won't have to wait in the dark
So we won't have to wait in the dark