Coded ancient the crease
Unlock the timers
And strike the chimers
In my sleep

Grab the coat, steal the fleece
From behind the curtain
It will most certainly bring peace

To those with countless numbers
No cold or hot
Like things that I will keep
And hide them in my sleep

Coded ancient
Oh brightness we shall see
Loaded up and at night when
We shall flee
Not to tread through the heavy life
Sink in the dream
On the right night
you'll find her waiting

Selling things for cheap
The things that I will keep