Open Door Closing

Come sleep in the bed of nails you're made.
You're so beautifully displayed.
We're both beautifully displaced.
To where all your dreams have been sharpening their teeth.
The night isn't that long.
I'll sleep alone if I sleep at all.
And here we are with an open door closing.
It's a secret no one knows.
It's a metaphor in prose.
By the count of "three" close the door to the ossuary.
I can see it on your face,
You've grown quite tired of this place.

So come sleep in the bed of nails you're made.
Where all your dreams have been sharpening their teeth.
Here we are with the open door closing…

…and by the count of "four" you've closed the ossuary door!
(what's it all for?)
When one door opens, that's when all others close.
(that's how it goes.)
You think you're building, you aren't an architect.
(and I'm not impressed.)
What more could you need, what more could you ask for?
(there's always more.)
The kiss of death with tongue, an open invitation.
(for everyone.)
And by the count of "four"…

Come sleep in the bed of nails you're made.
You're so beautifully displayed.
We're both beautifully displaced.
To where all your dreams have been sharpening their teeth.
The night isn't that long.
I'll sleep alone if I sleep at all.
And here we are with an open door closing.
It's a secret no one knows.
It's a metaphor in prose.
By the count of "three" close the door to the ossuary.
I can see it on your face,
You've grown quite tired of this place.

So come sleep in the bed of nails you're made.
Where all your dreams have been sharpening their teeth.
(go to sleep.)

Well, I'll sleep alone if I sleep at all.
I'll sleep it off.