the big sleep

She packed her bag with dynamite and went to work as usual
Whispering a ‘last goodbye’ and going down past the cathedral
Where the town is tired and you’re tied
In a big sleep
Where nobody wants to speak

Rolled back eyes show only white, not an iris not a pupil
Eaves are dropping from the sky falling onto passers by
Where the town is tied, when you’re tired
In a big sleep
Where nobody wants to speak about the things that they all want to talk about

Her house were rolled into the night, tucked into a fire’s side
Freckles scattered in the sand, dark veins divided the land
In the big sleep and no we don't want to speak about it