there's a tiny crack in the world
reality's sprung a leak
dreams disappear and reappear at will
nothing much makes sense
but nothing ever did
so no one soul really noticed
not one person really cared
the world's spinning backwards
the dead walk
ducks fly north and hide under blocks of ice
and the sunflower screams of pain
tears of a million tiny pebble drown the land
wherever you look you can't quite see
nothing is clear as day since day ran away
underneath a blanket
smothering a pillow
dribbling and drooling
the dreamer sleeps calm
safe in the knowledge and lack at once
there is no now
there is only before
the future is dying
this day is done