he stirs in his sleep, taps out the beat
of Syntax marching to her own drum
high command of the C-command
he tattoos softly
on my back

(we're going down
we're going down in flames
save our souls
save her
save her
oh God, save her)

our colorless green ideas sleep furiously
I put my arms around him
whisper, dream

(we're going down)

Jabberwocky grins in the dusk.