• Alice, wheres your rabbit hole,
    Did I fall down there beside your soul,
    A place where you lose control,
    and cannot find yourself.

    Alice, who are you talking to,
    Is he old,
    Or is he new,
    Is he a cat with a bemused grin,
    Is he foe or is he friend?

    Are you late,
    Or am I,
    Its time now,
    For dreams to die.

    When hand touch twelve,
    We do begin,
    Push back now,
    The covers of sin,
    Let all morning light in,
    Its now time for this to end.