Tis time.
Lemme dally in the darkness of my mind.
It's just like the rabbit hole and I fall.
Deeper and deeper.
You may have a rope you could hold tighter,
Dear keeper.
What's at the end of the rope isn't for you to find.
And you cannot predict what's gonna crawl out at your call.
Hold on to the rope, keeper.
It's a hope for the return of your dear.
