The Man Who Sleeps - Musée Mécanique

Let’s cut our teeth on what lies beyond

Shaping this whole world cavernous

There is a river—

Endless,

Beneath—

Facing the four winds

Calling dreams we seek.

Can’t fool the man who sleeps on his feet

Testing his wax and feathers

Steel in his veins and blood in his cheek

Pressing the storm to weather

Dreams we seek

Dreams we keep.

Give us this day

Blazing at dawn

Dressed in its flames and tallow

Here on this river—

Endless and deep—

Drawn by the winds

We follow

Dreams we keep

Dreams we seek.