Asleep On The Forest Floor

At twilight the day sheds its skin letting our starved hands in
by sun-up the night’s fully dressed giving our tired hands rest

at twilight the day sheds its skin
don’t lay down
sheets rise

you sleep like the end is night
you sleep like the bed’s on fire
hands in the night
cut through the thickest hours

at twilight the day sheds its skin letting our starved hands in
by sun-up the night’s fully dressed giving our tired hands rest