Ah, wonderful sleep. I love to sleep. It's one of the things I'm really good at.

Let's just lay in the grass, and look at the stars, and fall asleep in the middle of counting.

Tic tac, tic tac. Three o clock, it's time to stop, Thinking about what is not. Tic tac, tic tac Maybe when I clear my head, Sleep will find it's way back. To me... To me...

I tried to stop the morning coming in so fast Why is it impossible to make those silent moments last ? Now, there's no escaping, from the things that can't be stopped, reluctantly pretending someone that i'm not. Feeling selfish, just for thinking, to pick up my guitar and start, making music all day long, probably not perfect, but with all my heart.

Glistening grains of sand, so soft and warm being sleepless in the desert has it's charm. A billion stars light up the sky peacefull and easy wondering why. A skin will not change colour without the sunlight around and, without the colour changing first, the soul can't be found. So don't fall asleep in the desert tonight Those billion stars will disapear at first daylight.

My sore throath can't find my voice anywere, and my thought's can't find my sleep.