Cold nights bring fear to us daydreamers
as we set sail for a village of a post near the coast
Warm lights guide flights over the horizon
when they look down no on wishes for a sneer of a frown
Speaking through cobwebs, or through a door
Should I cut open your living room floor
I can't handle this much latency
You know where to find me
Time is relatively stable, as long as I'm able to enjoy the nights
Lights can blind me if they can't find me
I am relatively able to climb trees of maple
Put my head down
Gravity can keep me in bed, that's what I dread
Speaking through cobwebs, or through a door
Should I cut open your living room floor
I can't handle this much latency
You know where to find me
