They say dying is like falling asleep.
They say falling in love is like that, too.
I have done both, and I know
they're not the same
not the same at all.
I was swept off my feet into a whirlwind,
and I felt the nettles catch in my hair
and for two forevers and a day
I thought I was going to die.
Instead, I fell asleep–
I fell asleep the way someone dies.
Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz is all a lie,
for there's no house you can hide in,
only the good people get melted,
and it takes more than a click of my heels
to bring me home, bring me home.
I was lost forever in a green-lenses world,
where a witch flies on a silver broomstick,
her monkeys are children like you and me,
and jaguars are not cowardly
any more than monsters are monsters inside.
I fell asleep the way someone dies,
and I fell in love to bring me home, bring me home.