Somewhere in the kingdom of Night
Is a big lake of tears
A gleaming tasteful variety of droplets
But prickly, like spears
The lake is communal
Draws in from every home
Yet the tears in it are lonely
Each drop has a distinct moan
In the kingdom of Night
Pain doesn't release with blood
In the season of love
The lake would often flood
That's when I suppose
The powers that be
Negotiated a treaty
With the queens of sleep
And built a tunnel
That opened in the pillows
So dreams got some time off
To holiday in the willows
And so now we often find
Deep in the silence of Night
The tears erupt from the pillows
And denial loses the fight
I feel betrayed by the queens of sleep
They promised me escape and peace
Instead I lie here waiting for the flood
These trickling lonely tears are such a tease...
