the breeze has grown cold,
and our bottle is dry
let us go, let us go to bed.
In our dreams we are new
and our regrets are few
waking is breaking
but it’s what we must do
let us go let us go to bed.

the summer sun it was fun,
but we are lost and undone
let us go, let us go to bed
There is fear in your mouth
and gold never pleases
We are warmed by fears
in poems and diseases
let us go, let us go to bed

The day is too long,
our course it was wrong
our friends are all gone,
and I’m tired, so tired
let us go, let us go to bed.