Sleep

Tonight the tv is my friend

Lifes misdemeanours

Wont let the magic in

Some inspiration

Then it stops

But when the rain it comes

It never wants to stop

Sleep sleep

It doesnt't't't hurt to be here any more

Sleep sleep

A box of you is lying on the floor

God wants to know the long weekend

Hell get to know his son

Jesus as a friend

All superheroes fast asleep

It gets so busy seven days a week

Sleep sleep

It doesnt't't't hurt to be here any more

Sleep sleep

A box of you is lying on the floor

For all misguided modesties

Illusions of the past

Not everything that's meant to be

Is always going to last

I love you

I love to turn you on

I love to turn you on