And He Plays the Violin

1Another day, another night
The world is cruel and full of fright
It takes all of my will to make it home
And lie in bed, awaiting morn
Though, This night is different somehow
I cannot close my eyes
A man is standing at my bed
And he plays the sweetest sounds
2He sings me straight to sleep
I lay there counting sheep
My eyes start to close
As I begin to dose
Who is he, This man who sings?
The one who haunts me in my dreams?
His name, he says, is Piper
And he plays the violin
3My feet dance across the sky
As I wave goodbye
To the people that don't matter anymore
This is the after, not before
Who is he, This man who sings?
The one who haunts me in my dreams?
His name, he says, is Piper
And he plays the violin