Lullaby Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Shall I stay or go 

Through the door 

Will the pen to flow 

Watch the stars 

Sleep's a chore 

The moon is growing cold 

It hangs like a sliver of tin 

How do our dreams unfold 

And why are my bones feeling thin 

I watch my pen as though 

My fingers could shatter like icicles 

And before my eyes 

Lie glittering and useless on a field of snow