Morpheus's daughter

Sleepwalking through the kitchen then he turns around and shuffles back to bed
Toss and turnin in and out another hour with the visions in his head

Worn around the edges a photo of her face is
Falling from his hand as slowly he awakes

Another night without Morpheus's Daughter

Now he's a prisoner of time waiting for the mercy of the Sandman
Father's intuition knows she's with children down in Slumberland

If the lucid armadillo walks the desert planes
Picking up vibrations he can do the same

Another night looking for Morpheus's Daughter
Another night without Morpheus's Daughter

Just one visitation one word even the smallest shred of evidence
Cuz the picture sittin by the pillow it doesn't move the way she did

He saw the gates of ivory, saw the gates of horn
But all he wants to see is the day that she was born

Another night in search of Morpheus's Daughter
Another night without Morpheus's Daughter