Sleepy

Paul everything okay?
Was it a long way down?
Here all the walls are blue
Here in the dark deep brown sound

Paul can you hear us sing?
We drink blood from your dreams
Hang them from a tree and
Raindance while they swing

Here in the darkest hole
Is a castle made of bones
We've been waiting for our king
So sleep well and welcome home

Ssssssshhhhhh welcome home Paul, shhhhh

Paul everything okay?
Perhaps you broke your arm
Did you hurt your hip, did you bust your lip
Did somebody knife your heart?
Here we love the moon
Here we have no sky
Here dead sparrows fly
We ate out all their eyes

This is where we come
When nobody knows we're gone
And nobody is whole
So sleep well and welcome home

Ssshhhh welcome home

NARRATOR
Picking up the little boy’s body, the scarecrows carried him through a door in the garden, into the dark and empty museum. As they left they closed the heavy door softly behind him..

After long, he awoke in a hallway lined with a thousand cases
Paul began the long trek through the wax museum
We’ll soon find out what he discovered in the tall glass cases
But first, lets get a better idea of the world he’s fallen into. Not far away a city buzzed with strange life…
It’s like no other world we’ve seen…