Little One — Beck

Go to sleep

Were so tired now

Altogether in a snake pit of souls

New days

To throw your chains away

To try to hang your hopes on the wind

Little one

Just a little way

Today all we need is waiting

Night rise

Like the evening prize

In a turnstile backwards we fly

Cold bones

Tied together by

Black ropes we pulled from a swing

Little one

Just a little way

Today all of the dreams are waking

Cant stand on crooked legs

Im cross-eyed to the wall

In these harbor lights

Satellites explode

Drown, drown

Sailors run aground

In a seachange nothing is safe

Strange waves

Push us every way

In a stolen boat well float away

Little one

Hold on

All of the dreams are wasting