Slumber is for lovers

Eli Brooks
2 min readDec 12, 2021

Oh, sing me to sleep, carry me to coma.

If you wanted my soul, well baby, I think I owe ya.

The stitches that held us together fell apart at the seams,

but I’ll always remember you when the blood hits the moonbeams.

Yeah, When the blood hits the moonbeams.

When all we’re left with is the echo of our fraying dreams.

Where the blood met those moonbeams, yeah.

Between your fading lips and the endless routines.

She wants to know, what makes the stargazers grow?

It’s your moonshine baby, the way you make each petal glow.

And when I look over my shoulder, it’s so sad to see ya go,

but you can’t tell the heart what to want, and it just goes to show…

Slumber is for lovers, wrapped in sheets, tangled in one another.

Yeah, Slumber is for lovers, when we’re awake, we’re just strangers to one another.

I just want to fall back to sleep, with our legs wrapped up in your sheets.

Sleep waltzing through the pain, dancing in the streets.

Oh, sing me to sleep, carry me to coma

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Eli Brooks
Eli Brooks

Written by Eli Brooks

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