We made a nest out of I.V.s and dialysis machines
Went to get groceries and when i returned the floor was
Covered with blood and you were busy reading magazines
Through your rosy glasses and passing time
Was not a factor present
In your mind

Tell me a bedtime story
(but i haven't one to tell)
It's getting late
(come and ride the carousel)
Sleep is something we all do
(i'm awake for the twelfth time)
Every day
(cannot redirect the tides)
Tell me a bedtime story
(but i told you i can't stay)
It's getting late
(i am starting to see grey)

Repair the rosary
Colorize your dreams
Into the movie screen
Dance how you were seen

Leave me the receipt
Be my memories
Not your disease
Leave me the receipt...