Aerial views of the ground
 Freudian slumber empty of sound

 Over the rooftops and houses
 Lost as it tries to be seen
 Fields of incentive covered with green

 Mesmerised children are playing
 Meant to be seen but not heard
 "Stop me from dreaming!"
 "Don't be absurd!"

 "Well if we can help you we will
 You're looking tired and ill
 As I count backwards
 Your eyes become heavier still
 Sleep, won't you allow yourself fall ?
 Nothing can hurt you at all
 With your consent
 I can experiment further still."

 Madrigal music is playing
 Voices can faintly be heard
 "Please leave this patient undisturbed."

 Sentenced to drift far away now
 Nothing is quite what it seems
 Sometimes entangled in your own dreams

 "Well, if we can help you we will
 Soon as you're tired and ill
 With your consent
 We can experiment further still

 Well, thanks to our kindness and skill
 You'll have no trouble until
 You catch your breath
 And the nurse will present you the bill