I heard the charming fellows With my pillow to my spoon, yeah And they had me singing Early versions Of the standard learner's croon I collect the clouds of morning With my scorning gone with gloom A sonic boom breaks out my window The twinkling shards are winking Silly signals at my room Give me a broom There was a moth man in the closet I thought yesterday he split But now he sits Upon my window A question mark or death mask With a spool of silver thread To close my head Hands me the thread