Narcolepsy
I'm sorry, babe, the night loves me at day
Would you, in light, just come to understand?
In frozen cold - this sleep - what can I say
For words of explanation you demand?
I wish I'd said some words of heart and taste
Just before slipping into dark despair
But jealous night puts my few days to waste
And forbids me my love with you to repair
Forgive me, babe, if mem'ries seem too dim
The times I ought to know I simply can't
I've disappeared so many times - it's slim
That you'll not hear more than a sleeper's rant
Oh, baby, reach for me before you go -
In sleep, I love you more than you can know