THe sleepiest of eyes

When they start to shut, I let you in. 

Dance, Dance, Dance.

A small tribute to the whistler of tunes, the provider of doughnuts and an all-round helpful guy.

Close your eyes and read this.

I didn't have time to paint you a picture, or sing you a song. So I wrote you this note to help you along. 

STOP THE ALARMS

before they drive me crazy

Puddle-esque