InsomniaT: E. Waldner; M: Stainless Still 2008
You turn off the TV, yeah you brush your teeth and you wash your face you put on a flimsy nightgown and retire to bed, such a soothing place You take a book and flip through some pages You wait till I come, too, and hold you tight now it's time for the sweet dreams a brushing kiss a and a whispered, a whispered «good night» Yeah, yeah, yeah
Your thoughts frolicking like prancing fillys, staggering along on insecure hooves meandering around on sunny meadows, then disappearing in sudden moves you realize you'll have to follow them down into a darkness where tiny creatures creep and although you nearly got around this bend, you now lose your hope to fall asleep Insomnia, she's the goddess of the sleepless night Insomnia, she wears a coat so dark and a smile so flashing bright that you cannot take it and you have to stay awake
You're tossing and turning on your side of the bed, you mumble and you mutter you turn your suffering eyes on me, «why can't I sleep?», you repeatedly groan I've been on my own journey into the realm of night and dreams but now my eyes are dry and burning my sleep is over, over too, it's over, it seems Insomnia, she's the goddess of the sleepless night Insomnia, she wears a coat so dark and a smile so flashing bright that I cannot take it and I have to stay awake
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