As I lay me down to sleep
I pray that the lord
Will allow me to wake
Now that I know how they creep
Resting ones eyes is truly fake
Little blue men with legs like goats
Fliter in from a dense gray smoke
They sweep through the room
Illustrating a dream
Leaving you to claim
What will never be the same
Awaken to light, blinding your sight
You'll only remember what was swept from the night
If you see them, pretend to sleep deep
Pray that the blinding light
Will be your last leap