Sleep

I am the paver Carving your path with my bare hands But understand I'm not a perfect man You are the travelers The invisible road beneath your feet is incomplete You'll have to pioneer Now stay asleep, my little ones Enchanted dreams that they must be The waking world (Outside) is not what it seems Now just sleep It is a rhythm It isn't an idle fantasy, serene, or transfixed in reverie You are the builders You must construct reality from your dreams Don't make them memories But begin with sleep, my little ones Enchanted dreams that they must be The waking world outside is yours to keep But now just sleep