Miss Mirage

Tired woods and ol' leaves Try to rise above sea They've been crouching and sobbing for days As my garden grows aches And the turf drinks old rain Now their bodies are dancing always Imaginary hands folding over you I've been missing night time the whole day through Call her Miss Mirage cause it's over there's not way to hold her Pinch me in my shoulder Wake me when it's over Counting wolves and old sheep Watch them sharpen those teeth Crude from the walls of no sleep Counting wolves and old apes Through the glass where I'm safe Free at last, time to rest my sore brain Glance to fallen Grace Dream of islands all day Now her eyelids are silent till she wakes Imaginary hands folding over you I've been missing night time the whole day through Call her Miss Mirage cause it's over there's not way to hold her Pinch me in my shoulder Wake me when it's over