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

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...

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

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

If you can't turn off your thoughts, who cares how soft your pillow is?"

- David King