Cling clang,
Ding dong,
Swept away into dreams,
Lost into the sun, so it seems,
On this porch in the shade,
Sweat drips from the lemonade,
But I find cool collections of dew in the haze.
Sweet tinkles of bells,
The shelled sounds of the chimes,
Send me to sleep, gone in time,
With it�s lullaby,
The wind helps it wave goodbye,
As I fall deeper into the deep.
I am the puppet,
And the chimes the puppeteer,
They move me with ease,
They sing me through dreams,
Constantly flying stone wings.
They fly in the wind,
Fall silent as it dies,
With each twinkle,
They put me further past all skies�
I never know where I�ll go,
Or what I�ll come to see,
These chimes they send me off,
Singing to me as I sleep.
Anywhere but here,
they won\'t let me stay,
their sweet sounds they beg and they plead,
destination undecided,
random courses and paths in my dreams.
