Lyrics:

Here is something definite, something
Real. Thus, waking from a
Midnight dream of horror, one hastily
Turns on the light and lies
Quiescent, worshiping the chest of
Drawers, worshiping solidity
Worshiping reality, worshiping the I'm
Personal world which is a proof of some
Existence other than ours. That is what
One wants to be sure of... Wood is a
Pleasant thing to think about