Landlocked by the Water

I slip under my sheets while I'm dripping in sleep,
350-count threads that crash over me
There are voices I hear before and after I fall asleep,
The lulling procession from dry land to sea.
You're a kaleidscope on a lighthouse exploding
In a maniac's choir and every note is eroding,
You put all your stars in a dream that is growing

Out of control, shooting out of your reach.