January 03, 2003 - 3:34 p.m.
When the hand of night has squeezed the sky
and like a sponge all full of ink
the sky drips evening in my eye
i trick the night and blink
i dream i give the night a hand
i help to wring the sponge out, then,
when inky sleep has claimed the land, the sponge can soak it up again.
hey, mrs. night there's only us
everybody else is tucked up tight
if you're looking for someone you can trust
then i'll help you on your rounds tonight
