In Lands Of Sleep

Black roses bloom in midnight air
and fill the dark with sweet perfume
but only dreamers see them there.

No breeze is breathing in this room.
The flowers exhale midnight musk
and fill the dark with sweet perfume

while moonlight waltzes with the dusk.
Sleepwalkers pass, their eyes wide-open,
the flowers exhale midnight musk,

the falling glasses land unbroken
in lands of sleep, in gardens where
sleepwalkers pass, their eyes wide-open.

Beyond the lands of waking care,
white rabbits run through wood and field,
in lands of sleep, in gardens where

the secrets of the night are sealed.
Black roses bloom in midnight air,
white rabbits run through wood and field,
but only dreamers see them there.