Fast and Asleep.

Your head was on the floor,
rats played pool with your eyes

Death is a good disguise
for late at night

Wrapping all games in its calm garden

But what happens
when the guests return
and all unmask
and you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile

I'll still take you then
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
But I'm your friend.

What a trip
To hold your hand!
What a trip
To hold your hand!
What a trip
To hold your hand!
What a trip
To hold your hand!