Woke up in the morning
it was a quarter past one
now that aint the morning
why am i sleeping like a bum
Woke up in the morning
it was a quarter past two
i dont mind hibernating with you
Ill be, you Rest
Ill be your Rest
for your restless mind
we can sleep away your troubles
when your working doing doubles
all ways contemplating the next thing
all writers in our moleskins
ink just colorizes the feelings indescribable
a dial, a tile all pieces to compile
I'll put it in my file
to sort meanwhile
marinate our day with words
we wont go astray
Ill be, you Rest
Ill be your Rest
for your restless mind
So now we trail in the snow
tracks to see, let you go
could be so much easier said than done
we put down our gun
pull to the side of the road
Peer through the clear
the anonymous superstitious, fictitious factions
of a snow globe life
contained and tamed
Insane and ingrained in your brain
but thats not lame
Ill be, you Rest
Ill be your Rest
for your restless mind
