Fifty-One - Terrene

Dragged the folktale heart of sad old song

For spirits' hearts begone

Delivered a lightning bolt in the pouring rain

The water drops merge in mid fall-down

And before he had even awoke,

He exhaled, sighed a breath, and spoke,

«Well, I think I need to get some rest»

On and on and on and on

And on and on and on (x2)

With a good day’s rest in midday’s light

He slept 'til light was gone

Delivered lightning in the pouring rain

So easily disturbed, he stirs in sleep

And before he had even awoke,

He exhaled, sighed a breath, and spoke,

«Well, I had this dream the night before…»