Vertigo In Bed - Fiction

No warm rooms

No swollen thumbs

No lullaby

Because the melody’s gone

Out the window

On the wind

All dressed up for another dream

But it’s not as it seems

Because the unconscious is mean

With its hands on

The small of your back

Vertigo in bed

Falling down through the head space

And it’s vertigo in bed

Tumbling out through the in-door

Vertigo in bed

Pushed over by the things you can’t believe

Sigmund freud is unemployed

Just a naughty boy

Here he comes again

With another friend

We’ve all got the bends

Here he comes again

With his hands on

The small of your back

Vertigo in bed

Falling down through the head space

And it’s vertigo in bed

Pushed over by the things you can’t believe

Vertigo in bed

Falling down through the head space

And it’s vertigo in bed

Tumbling out through the in-door

Vertigo in bed

Pushed over by the things you can’t believe