I've been talking in my sleep
Counting numbers, using sheep

My thoughts unwound
A soft and whispered sound
Tell me what or where I found
This yell which shook the ground

I've been talking in my sleep
Explain to me these things I speak

At the bottom of a well
Leaning on a window sill
Rowing a small boat in a swell
Lord, show them my heaven and hell

I've been talking in my sleep
Tell me what I said to you from underneath