She sleeps her soul
So soft i thread
Arranging papers
Around the bed
And if she's dreaming deep tonight
I lie with her by reading light
A glass of water by her side
And gone are hopes of getting tired
I call her shots
'Til you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It's getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours go
And twitching lips
And twitching arms
And there you're lying
Your make up on
Oh, girl if you're dreaming deep tonight
I'll lie with you by reading light
A glass of water by your side
And gone are hopes of getting tired
I call her shots
'Til you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It's getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come