Triangles

It was a hot day in spring, magnolias bloomed and the air was full of cherry blossoms. The perfect day for your funeral. (We pay our last honor to you. You'll always have a place in our hearts.) Triangles circle 'round in my head. Like the gears that drive us on. The gears that drive us on. Like the gears that drive us on. Like the gears that drive us on. Since you're gone, I search for a place to rest my head. Since you're gone, I long for some sleep, but triangles circle in front of my eyes. They force me to stay awake. Force me to stay awake! Force me to stay awake! Force me to stay awake! They won't let me rest. I need some time for myself. Triangles circle all around me. I will never recover. But please, let me sleep! Let me sleep! Let me sleep! Let me sleep!