EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT

dreaming tight

for every day that I manage
to keep myself alive
I dive dead in bed slowly, but tight
and then yeah
all light is lost and I feel alright
running heavy or flying high
not for once getting bored
you cannot get anywhere else so bright
the dark the night
bringing dreams you cannot buy
love and loving
feeling quite right
yet this only happens
because the day is a monster
that can eat you alive