As the bright light slowly dims from in front of your eyes,
A calm relaxed sensation appears in disguise.
It's neither the coming of nightfall or the shadows behind the moon,
It's not the haze covering the sun on a mid afternoon.
As you ease into a deep sleep, your mind drifts away
Hoping that there's a chance you might see another day.
But the sandman suddenly stops and stands still above your head
Because something greater takes over to claim what is dead.