Between crawling and falling we live our days
As we get closer something moves away
Sometimes we get lucky love stays
Before it becomes something else
"In the still of the night" Fred Parris sings
Still we look around for something moving
Get into the sweet spot before sleep moves in
Clocks take off milking inspiration
For a dream of life that gets closer every night
Falls to the heart through an open mind
Tempered by the pain of everyday
Irritations form pearls in the darkest depths