Going to Sleep

I do believe
That I am going
To sleep
So don’t make a din
Cause I’ll be dreaming
That a wind welled up and took my eye out
And the storm took the roof with it
I do believe
That I want you
Around
We make our sounds
We make them out loud
But from a window sill I could be lost to you
From a branch you could be lost to me
Staring at the ceiling
And how
Trying to keep my feet on the ground
I do believe
That I’m dreaming aloud
When you’re around
When we’re about town
But from a window sill I could be lost to you
From a branch you could be lost to me