Go to sleep the forests and the towns,
Go to sleep the heavens and the doubts
But the shining will come crushing down
It will become your fate
Planets, apples - they go to sleep.
Rainbows, worries - they go to sleep.
But the shining will come crushing down
It will become your soul.
Go to sleep the critters and the plants
Go to sleep the heavens and the doubts
But the shining will come crushing down
It will become your earth.
But the shining will come crushing down
It will become your self.