Slip into the bubbling bryne my workaholic friend nFor bright and early in the morn you will be up again nWith the world safe at rest so our journey begins nFor we know when it rises we can't be together then nnThrough every window, crack, and crawl nTrying to escape from streets outside these broken windows where we may never be safe nHold onto me one last time before I must slip back nTo a world that constantly lies to me nnSo I just lie back nYou as a guide overhead leading me back to my room nWhere the resting ones are a rising nSo a new game can resume nnWe slip back into our roles and we play them perfectly fine nOf lying down upon our backs and waiting for moontimen