Morning, you're toast
Your tea and sugar
Read about a programmer’s lover
Go through the day
Like a knife through butter
Why don’t you
You dress in the colours of darkness
Your eyes as red as Christmas
Purple robes are folded on the kitchen chair

You’re gonna sleep like a baby this morning
In your dreams everything is alright
Tomorrow dawns like someone else’s suicide
You’re gonna sleep like a baby this morning

Dreams
It’s a dirty business, dreaming
Where there is silence and loud programming
Where there’s no daylight
There’s darkness healing

You’re gonna sleep like a baby this morning
In your dreams every code is alright
Tomorrow dawns like a suicide
But you’re gonna sleep like a baby this morning
Hope, hope is where the door is
When the internet is where the war is
Where no one can feel no one else’s pain

You’re gonna sleep like a baby this morning
In your dreams code everything alright
Tomorrow dawns like a suicide
But you’re gonna sleep like a baby this morning
Sleep like a baby this morning
Like a bird, your coding dreams'll take flight
Like St. Francis covered in light
You’re gonna sleep like a baby this morning