Nightmares Josh Ritter

I know where the nightmares sleep
On what fodder do they feed
For two long weeks, I stayed awake
Until I saw one cross your face

I knew that you had been untrue
I didn’t know how, but I knew that
Who you spoke to in your dreams
Was never how you spoke to me now

I know where the nightmares sleep
On what fodder do they feed
I followed them back down to hell
And spent some time down there myself

Nightmares have their dreams, as well
And when they sleep, they go to hell
And they drink their fill on lakes of blood
Canter 'cross the skull-paved mud
Nurse their little colts on flies
Their coltish teeth like kitchen knives
And look down from abysmal cliffs
Their dead hair by the lead wind riffed
On denizens to deep to see
Whose own dreams nightmares’ nightmares be