She sleeps her soul
So soft and trim
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
I'm gone in 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
Then twitching lips
And twitching arms
And there you're lying
Your make up on them
Oh, Girl if you're dreaming deep tonight
I lie with her by reading light
A glass of water by her side
I'm gone in 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
The hours come (x 17)