Sleeping Days, Pt. 2 - Cloud Cult

i hope you woke to fireworks, in the arms of a grass-deep wizard, cause i can't bear to think, that you are gone, somewhere in my belly, my little boy is running, with unicorns and elmo, in one of daddy's songs. good morning, baby, why are you still sleeping?, you're a plastic boy on a plastic bed, why didn't they take me instead?, and i like to think you're sleeping, in a safe little bluebird's nest;, and i'll protect your memories, with the dragons in my chest, good night, baby, daddy's going crazy!, i'm choking on my sleeping pills, and hanging from the window sill. and i like to think you're dressed up, in the beads that momma made. and will you be there waiting, when they take my skin away?, and i'm awake for sleeping days, i'm awake for sleeping days