She sings me to sleep and my eyes creep away to open in dreams on a hot Summer day and where the orchestra strings out another fine tune she sings me to sleep on the dark side of the room.

She turns in my bed
she burns in my head
my thoughts come alive and
she brings me back from the dead.

Under the arches and into the light
on top of a world we
created last night.

To sleep tight
we lock in,
to take aim
and begin.
She
sings me to sleep